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Three Lines
I woke with a poetic thought
simple, spare,
three lines at most.
In the manner of dreams
it evaporated
by the time I was upright.
Several times I tried to reclaim it
but all day my page remained blank
until driving home
I saw the full moon rise
pale, translucent,
in an empty winter sky.
simple, spare,
three lines at most.
In the manner of dreams
it evaporated
by the time I was upright.
Several times I tried to reclaim it
but all day my page remained blank
until driving home
I saw the full moon rise
pale, translucent,
in an empty winter sky.