inventive
and romantic,
the blue eyed
child
holds
the jar up
to the window
as the hunter
moon
beams yellow
across
the patches
of wet fields.
i'm catching
moon beams
she says, so
that I will
have them later,
for whenever
I want,
thinking
that love too
will be
so easy.
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