Love appreciated, she thought,
is a well-wrought poem,
each gesture essential,
any omission a violence,
an ignorance
of what is necessary.
Elision may support a lie,
ellipsis an efficiency,
yet speaking a tongue
we only half-shared,
how could we know
what was true,
and what expendable?
The last stanza, she thinks,
should say nothing,
leave nothing out.
Meditatio Ephemera 
Most mystical, Cate – love your moon imagery parallels
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Thanks, Jazz. It’s a challenge to illustrate this kind of poem — and hard to go wrong with moon images.
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