Lunar Dogma

She believes the snow is a mirror Turned upwards toward her face, A catalyst for the frigid light Burning in the old, dappled pines.   She believes that love Is one or two canoes Drifting in soft degrees Over dark, polished waters.   She believes the young boy Carrying his notebook beneath her shadow Is a lost star following home…

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