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Preparing for the Moon Rise

In the late afternoon

time of the fading sun,

I watch six hawks

glide on high currents.

With quick movement of their wings,

they soar up and down, right and left

with intent and delight.

Later in the evening,

I realize what they were doing:

They were pulling the moon

from its sleep and into the sky

to bless the world,

and even me.

I never knew the moon

needed help.

Maybe we all do.