The Rim of the Moon

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Along a keen edge
of dark and light
I ran an unsuspecting
finger

and left behind a
sunset drop
in memory of this
forgotten world,

its atomic trouble,
double-barreled blame,
shark-toothed schoolyard terror,

from which I flee
like an invisible child
flying home
one last time.

Michael James Fitzgerald

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