She Doesn’t Go After The Moon

Jamie used to run with net
swiping,
Trying to catch
Summer’s breath
Under
The July moon.
She
laughed
So loud,
The night shirked.

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Now she sits by the pond,
Toes in the water
Watching
It
Ripple–
Silent.

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She used to ask why
The light left
Why the pond
Stayed quiet
When she held light
Tight
With her hands.

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She doesn’t chase it anymore.
She knows
It touches
The water
Gently —
When she sets
It free.

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