litha, strawberry full moon, cancer sun arrival, brought home my father. that day i had driven to the beach in the morning, third-degree burning my leg & ass with tea on the bend, and watched the sun rise and the big beautiful moon set as the waves crashed & i barely read my cleopatra novel.  later, mike n i visited the beach to watch the sunset, moon rise. and boy did it rise. like a big bright strawberry, it rose above the atlantic ocean leaving a hot pink glimmering trail on the water’s reflection, and people oohed and ahhed at the spectacular sight with their cameras and eyes, and when we got home, our father was there, prehospital bed move in, and he smiled.

then there was the series of new moons that lead to a black moon. just days before the first, it took my father.



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