Disparate Kinfolk

by Mary E. Lowd

Moon & lighthouse
Disparate kinfolk
Circling above, circling below
Their different orbits
Intersect so rarely
Like an eclipse
When the air turns cold—
For a moment
It seems possible there are fairies

The lighthouse shines
Its beams don’t reach
The moon’s face
But they still seek

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