HALVMANE
mind eyes gazing sky
In dreams immeasurable
endless paradox
while crescent is lost, a hidden moon
o minstrel, o fool and o vagabond bound
for it is not a king's boon
waning and waxing
lunar hare strides in motion
look! a rivulet
lo' said the fool almost a sage, "a bonny!"
minstrel nods, vagabond retires
in visage he held the conny
the hare saw the moon
on the sheet of watercourse
wish no sun appear
- Dallas 2020
