Lunar Eclipse

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I drove the streets, looking for the moon, the red moon.
I couldn’t find it at first.
The trees were in the way, the stoplights too bright.
I drove west and west,
found an open space,
where the boulevard turns south.

I parked.
I watched the moon recede
white, then red, then dust.
It turned too quickly.

I continued to drive the empty streets,
west, and then north.

I turned towards home and saw:
The swept sky
The brushed sky
The quiet, slow sky
The warm light opening the morning.

Look east, my friend.
This happens every day.

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