Two friends, 365 days.
while talking about Jupiter’s moons
blueberries in manhattan
the moon belongs to me
the two of us
looking homeward (i always meant to do this)
treetop reaches for the moon
wagon moon
i’m not even sure why i came in
nearly empty
moon
eclipse as respite from a sun-drenched landscape
gin-drenched ice cubes
on the hard
looking up and out
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