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Not About the Moon


Don’t Write About THE MOON

they said,

all poets write about


Don’t be like the others,

they said.

Write about concrete,

the stubble-stalk fields,

write about that drip on

the tip of

your cat’s nose.

Don’t write about



I said,

have they written about

the moon in my cat’s belly,

or how the moonlight twists itself through the plait in my mother’s hair

turning it silver?

Have they written about the way

the moon tilts to look at me, and waits

to hear about my day?

Have they?


Attie Lime

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