Yet something else I wrote back in '95 or '96. I had seen the first line written out in those poetry magnets on somebody's refrigerator and finished out the rest myself.
Delicately fingering moon shadows,
we leave the sun behind.
Recalling a thousand tiny thoughts,
we trace the shadows in our minds.
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