emerging moon

One summer evening
We sat in the shadow of trees
read stories,
Listened to the sound of crickets
And a foraging squirrel near by.
Above us,
A drowsy baby raccoon
Sat on top of the pergola
Among the thick green and purple tangles
Of the grape vine.
Bruised and crushed grape skins
Spotted the flagstone floor.
You swatted a fly with your hand,
Your sister rested her head

On my knee

Faced a milky sliver of moon.
It was us
And our stories
And and an
Emerging moon.
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