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                Huntress moon


Insouciant with her ownership of everything,

the huntress moon stays up past dawn, surrounded by

her hounds,

the clouds,

suffused with pink from heat of chase

and satiate


I glimpse her nakedness

through trees.

She sends her gallows birds to flap and hop

alongside me

and haunt me through

the brief, bright day.