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MD Friedman Reads

Finding My Own Moon

there is
something
in this skinny howl
of coyote
that juliennes
the night
as if it were
a brick
of dark chocolate

something
that chases
its own tail
in wild circles
contagious
with the joy
of a dervish
something
in that slide up

to the high howl
and in the quivering
sustain that follows
that chills
the blood
and makes me stop
whatever I am doing
to find
my own moon

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