EVANESCENCE
Tonight we see two moons.
One has fallen in the pond,
A fire opal clasped in prongs,
Caged in black branches.
The other moon is ringed in flames.
Knowing this moment cannot last,
We hurry to get a camera.
On our return, pale ripples
Stir the darkening water
And smoking ashes shimmer in the sky.
(Reutemann Road Poems 1960-1972)
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