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moon in eclipse I remember every place I’ve seen that ember
Dave Bonta
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moon in eclipse I remember every place I’ve seen that ember
In just three lines, this haiku-like poem ties a rare sky event to a lifetime of memory. A moon in eclipse often glows a dull, coppery red, and the speaker calls that glow an "ember," a small coal still burning after the fire has died down. What strikes the speaker is that this is not a new sight.
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