Tiding
the bowl of moon tipped
by some careless hand
milky light evaporated
lies waiting to be righted
filled and set adrift
carried by the tides
into a dawn
far west of here
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Wonderful scene set with just a few of your magical words, Brigit! “The bowl of moon tipped” and “into a dawn/far west of here” are favorites!