Teppida
rocks watching the moon rise
over the banyan grove
in the shadows
the monkeys fornicate
ears and eyes recording
this singularly unique but ordinary evening
the glowing moon never moves an iota
while it is being watched
the jumping pike
makes a triumphal splash
all motion moves in invisible chains
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