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One soon September
the harvest moon will melt in a meteor shower, pouring herself over farmer’s fields for soft-lit evenings of gathering. Once in a blue moon, Aries’ Golden Fleece is thrown to the chilled form of maiden Isis as she tends her crops. One future February the quickening moon will rise, releasing sheets and snow shaken to the bleak earth in thick layers of white sugar cake. Once in a blue moon, the mother of Mars draws a curtain early in the season, allowing light to fire fevers and fertility. One coming June the solstice moon will hang along the stars: a pregnant paper lamp ablaze with the allure of infrequency. Once in a blue moon, Orion’s hunting dogs dance upright and Pegasus bends his noble head to sip from shining dippers.
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