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Full Beaver Moon
Why was the day
So empty and edgy?
For some reason
Some of the things
She said kept popping
Into my head,
I wondered
If that was the way
She was feeling
When she said
Those things,
No, it couldn’t be,
But then, why wouldn’t
A Full Beaver Moon
Grab a woman
The same way it grabs
A man,
After all, most of us
Were stirred
In a beaver,
Early matured
In a beaver, Were delivered
Via beaver,
Perhaps a Full Beaver Moon
Is not unlike nature’s
Call to the salmon
To return to where
They started.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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