Later, When the Supermoon Rises
And the air cools and empties
The darkened beach,
Like Edward Storer, the poet,
One would toss away all one's poetry as failure,
As no rival for Her pale blue eyes,
There so infinitely deeper than the rushing, deep blue sea
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