By Cassie Premo Steele
Waning moon bright outside my window knows more about the earth than we do. She has seen it all, the caves, the plains, the meadows, the fish, the lizard, the leap to trees and air. The ocean keeping her own company without needing visitors from dry land. The ships. The bounty. The lack of mercy. The fire, the chains, the bullets. Losses and gains. Leavings. Settling. Eating. Growing. Farms of concrete and metal. No more meadow. Felled trees. The air choking. The fish giving up their ghost against the coast. Seashells crying. More buying. Hunger. Fat. Rushing to this and that. Moon knew. Moon saw it all. Moon does not cry now. She has seen other falls.
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