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early dark the moon sits in his chair alone
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That’s the way I wrote it over at Haiku Bandit Society for the September Moon Viewing Party. (Which, by the way? The harvest moon seems to have made everyone a little crazy with inspiration. There’s some great stuff over there this month. Both haiku and Willy’s photos of his life out on the plains.) But I think I might like it better this way:
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early dark
the moon sits in his chair
alone
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Which seems a little more…lonely. Maybe. What do you think?
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You can’t see the moon very well on my street because of all the tall trees. I went out last night and found the one gap in the trees that allows you to see the whole moon at once, and tried to take a picture of it. (I’m pretty sure my neighbors might have thought I was trying to take a picture through the windows of their house.) I think I’ll stick to moon haiku.
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moonrise
moths rise
from the flour
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moonrise
kneading bread
in a new bowl
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moonrise
warm bread
and chilled butter
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Red Dragonfly 