A Meeting

The moon and the sun
share communion
bathe their foreheads
in the earth's bowl,
the sun, tired after
his day's exertion,
releases his hot dry stranglehold
while the moon, yawning,
with sleep-filled eyes
strengthens her colour
and raises herself whole
from her bed.

They face each other briefly,
touch forelocks,
lock eyes, bow low
before the one retires
to his bed below
and the other faces
a new dark day ahead.
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