August moon

Full moon


White moon

skims the leaves


lonely in a migrant



August chimes to

harvest sigh


& I have lost you

in my dreams.


You left me here

without a sound


slipping into

silent sleep


the sleep I never

can undo.


How many moons

have waxed & waned?


How many Autumns

shed their leaves?


A faded photo

random genes


& memory

is all that’s left


of you.


A matchstick on

a moving shore


a random grasp at

‘’might have been’’


I’m rwinding spools

of  empty dream


to find the beach

that we once knew.

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