
Is the full moon in California the same as the one in Alabama?
I asked my brother in my head.
Does it hang through the maple tree,
sit on the mountain and hide behind rooftops?
Did you lose its grip only to find it again
at the stop between away and home?
I’ll ask my brother,
is the full moon in California the same as the one in Alabama?
Shouting to the crimson branches—
hold on so you can let go.



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