the first opened windows
kept through the night
awakened by morning's warm light
again at day's end
the same place yet so different
gentle moon's soft glow
wondering does he know what his hazy appearance
sets in motion here below
Passover and Holy Week
and most of all the recollection
of four years ago
coming up soon
the birth of bambino
blue moon...
red moon....lunar eclipse...
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