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The Moon Bows

The aging artist has a trait,
  those short on sight can't bear

All normal signs of waning,
  a crown now his to wear

Wrinkles and sparse graying hair,
  still negative to some

But when they light upon a Sage,
 -the moon bows to the sun

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)


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