
I can’t see why they call you the moon—
visible, invisible, pulsing light.
Not solid, with your bell jar top
angel hair, strands adrift.
Watching you, I see you beating—
moving silently, endlessly,
through the darkness of the sea.
Victoria-Lynn Bell, junior English major at Central Connecticut State University.
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