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Hare-filled eye
from Hours and Days
by Marian Webb
The moon’s hare sits on her haunches, her ears a-glimmer with night. She leaps in circles around the earth. Such a shadow play, a movie! Silhouettes flicker on a gleaming silver screen round as an eye.
Dear moon, bright moon, look down with your hare-filled eye. Let your light swim into the garden like a little fish. Spangles splash among the shadows, silvering the weeds.
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Dazzling bright, stung with light, the hare on her haunches sits. An ear flops over her eye.
Down in the garden I go after midnight not knowing how, somnambulant, white shining. I fly along Punt Road to catch the late, late, late night bus. A car near misses. I am nearly white shine on the asphalt.
The moon long set lies chuckling under the earth. Like lava, but cold. A rock with a hare-filled eye.
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