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The past is myself
in Victoria park
with the moon at my shoulder.
The moon was such
a slender curve,
the trees were jewels in the streetlights.

The path must have veered
to the right
because the moon overtook me
and I walked on
with the moon ahead
and the trees at my shoulder.

The past is myself,
it’s a mirrored hall
or a winding river,
an echoing moon
in eclipse,
in reverse.

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from Above the Dreamer's Head, released October 16, 2015

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