Lunar Fateby Mario Milosevic |
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I remembered when the moon will fall quietly tracking across the sky in its accustomed arc then one tip of its crescent snagging on a branch of a hillside tree and just like that the inspiration for poets and the engine of tides will have been moored on the horizon's edge where it will sway in the breeze like a great slow balloon and children will gather round with hands outstretched to a clever entrepreneur who will have secured the right to cut up the moon into small pieces and sell them for a dollar each to the children who will mistake them for candy at first then collect and trade pieces of the moon like they were baseball cards until one day all those pieces will end up in attics and the backs of closets, forgotten artifacts of childhood. | |
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