I saw it a waning
crescent subtle
against the tarnished sky
diplomatic yet unable
to answer for
its untimely demise
consequence bent into
a rich reward
(that’s what it feels like)
when turbid water
clears and disturbing
visions rise rending
a surface flawed as glass
only the knowing
will be left
alone in their gardens
beneath the moon
tending bitter regrets
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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