10 a.m. and while waiting,
gazing at the shadow on the floor
this moon memory of last night surfaced:
turning a bend on a late walk
and after talking about it a day again
actually: seeing the glow of a firefly.
To find: no, it's not a firefly,
it's a drop of the light of the full moon,
falling through a tree.
#moment #whilewaiting
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