She starts to wane,
she with the man
and the rabbit.

Feminine. Masculine.
At times both, at full
powerful.

Pulls on me
like she does the waves,
pulls my head up to drink,

Gazing at her light

Beautiful in newly-risen
ochre or imagined pink.

Steady, giving,
parting clouds.

Sometimes she’s alone
and bearing down.
Stars kneeling.

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