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                Huntress moon

 

Insouciant with her ownership of everything,

the huntress moon stays up past dawn, surrounded by

her hounds,

the clouds,

suffused with pink from heat of chase

and satiate

blood-lust.

I glimpse her nakedness

through trees.

She sends her gallows birds to flap and hop

alongside me

and haunt me through

the brief, bright day.