[Jim Moonan]

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The words and images are slow-dancing with each other. Each stanza is a poem and each stanza talks the scene down, down, down below the horizon. That's when the magic begins.

I had thought maybe the poem could have ended after the eighth stanza, but not anymore.

To John's thought about "gown": strangely, I heard a rhyme and looked for it but it was nowhere to be found. Then I realized that "gown" was a ghost rhyme for what I was hearing, which was "down". I think that line is just too good to change.

Thanks for saying this poem. Say another, please : )


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