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  • This pale
    waning moon
    partly hidden
    and sullen
    behind an ancient oak
    in the Bois de Boulogne

    peeks out
    as though not wanting
    to be seen,
    not wanting to be seen
    by her,
    like a paramour

    from the past,
    glimpsed at a party,
    a paramour
    who did her wrong,
    made promises,
    never kept them,

    left without saying goodbye
    and now pretends
    he never knew her name.

    (Photo taken by AJN in the virtual 3-D world of Second Life, Virtual Paris sim)
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