Moontree

There is a moontree on
Our property that only 
Grows one, then it's done,
According to need-- the
Rest  goes  to  seed.
You see, when the moon
Wears out --but hasn't
Yet-- one is all one gets.
We will not go without.

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                                                            [Normaphoto]                                                                    
She photos  frost
On tabletops and
Days stunned  in
Frozen  sunshine
Out  the window.

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Fog Shovelers

In mind, invisible
Fog shovelers scrape
A path clear and pile
Divisible mist on
Either side, allowing
Me, defined as here.
I am following behind
This, and upon that
Path, decide to go
And pursue order.
What lies past its
Borders, I don't know.

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                                     [Normavid of a chippering chorus --crank up volume]

Sudden colonies in 
Low branches-- 
Bushtits, finches-- 
Full of discussion, 
Oration, midwinter 
Debate 'til late 
Afternoon; each 
Chirp opening new 
Warbles ahead 
Of a rising moon.