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- Full Moon Rising©
by Gabrielle Griswold ('44)
FULL MOON RISING
The moon was caught in trees last night,
entrapped before she gained full height
and caged within a traceried snare
of branches black and branches bare.
I saw her, captive, in mid-air,
like jewel caught fast in tangled hair,
but, never fearful for her plight,
I cherished hope of future flight.
For even netted birds go free.
And so, when she rose high enough, did she!
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