Harvest Moon

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Harvest Moon

laced with 
the benign  

clarity of
liquefying

Moonlight
my Cherokee 

mother hung 
rattlesnake skins

the same way
her grandmother 

leaned
Bull Nose peppers

on long fat
cedar beams 

letting go of the soft
flow of cares

and all
that belongs

to the
Creator

What are your thoughts?