La Luna, La Luna
a lyrical moth
in form and color
a surprise
as I stumbled out
in the deep of night
with no reason
to look up, except
the whisper of your wings
broke the silence
as they unfurled,
as they unfurled
in this protected place
"Reflection is the liturgy of this landscape." Terry Tempest Williams
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