Slant Ways
By: James Dubeau
The night before last
When day turned to the
The moon was falling
Slant ways
Shouldn't that orb
Always be rising
When darkness freshly falls
I wish it were so
But no
Luna was setting
In such a way
That made me sad
Behind the trees
Never to be seen
In all her glory
Falling
Slant ways
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