shines.
The clouds pass by,
but always above or underneath,
never obscuring this circular beauty.
Brightly
it breaks through darkness.
Uninvited
it intrudes through windows.
Surprising the intruded with delight.
No wolf howls
at this full moon,
but remain silent
In Awe
of its perfection.
I look up at the moon
on this clear night,
I smile,
and watch it smile back.
20 Jan 2011 (Revised 21 April 2011)
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