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| The moon still rose (jo'b) |
I bled for years
and now you're back
but I have changed
there is so much
I need to tell you
so little I can say
I built a life
and tore it down
the sun kept shining
the moon still rose
coyotes screaming
in dark fields
I write it down
the fleeting shadows
of the hawks
pass over me
I write it down
the thin red fox
crosses the road
from standing corn
to standing corn
the rattle of the wind
I write it down
the way first snow
touches my skin
and suddenly
is snow no longer
I write it down
I write it down.
—affected by the moods of Ocean Yuong
