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LXVII
2017
Snow Full Moon
Up Grove Creek
in the
Uinta Mountains
7:15pm Blunted & Wait'n
On the sage promise
From last week's bag
Of Fortune Cookie
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Weepy Lunar Orb
You break
Peaceful clouds
With tears
Why do you weep so
Sad mother of the night
The work of
Sun's day troubles so?
A weep
Tender & Gentle
Infinite & Horrible
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Not the typical wimpers of
The Uinta Mountain Range
An experience
Familiar to me
Short prideful emissions
Of day-to-day sorrows
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Boon of Elune
Thank you
For all that you do
Haze of light
Penetrate ddepressed clouds
Paint'n life
A shade of deep blue
I swear to Enlightenment
A path on which
You have long
Seen me thru
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Snow Full Moon
Ice galaxies
Of crystal clusters
Hum the glory & love
For the boon of Elune
At a precious alignment
To visit among us
I see your light
As it focus in
Over my soulder
At the writ of my hand
Dart'n too an fro
In the corners of periphrials
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Grove Creek
Creek of Uinta Mountain
Shout'n all the way down
Not alone
Tho Alone in the wilderness
Late Wet & Cold
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Elune's weep
Calms into a foggy haze
Reborn by baptism
From reconciliation waters
Young & Inspired
Of what is yet to be
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.
Berry War Paint
3Shot & Christina
Blazed Up
' Practice your machete
As I practice my tomahawk
She would not listen
The next morn
Battle'n the copperhead
3Chop kept miss'n
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I took a
Selway spring-born rattlesnake
From its mother
All the moutain
Lies for your kind
Death to the arrogant
That choose to settle
On our straight & narrow
Now a foe Bambi knows
Where &
Where not to go
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