Moonset
LEAVES of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west.
Moon sand on the canal doubles the changing pictures.
The moon’s good-by ends pictures.
The west is empty.
All else is empty.
No moon-talk at all now.
Only dark listening to dark.
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Carl Sandburg
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