There's a bright big
Strawberry moon
in the sky
Such a cliche
It being
June and all
The type of moon
That set designers
Dream of...
That paper moon
That cardboard sky
The shroud of mist
Surrounding
Makes her girth,
Her opulence
Immense
Reminding me
To eat wild
Strawberries
off my father's
Grave again.
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