Halfway North

Meet You Halfway – Ordinary Poetry

Moon waxing gibbous/

in cotton candy twilight;/

ravenous, my heart/

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The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman, goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet. –

WB Yeats

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