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Volume Six Issue Two

Monique Gagnon German

Two Faced Moon

How quickly it flies by, fat coin streaking black leather sky slinging lizards of light across the lake shifting inches lower in my window each time I look dizzying me vertigo style, looking up, aware at once how small we all are, our little lives played out here on earth our watery top, spinning over 1,000 miles per hour, flying roller coaster, circling the sun and our little moon, a pull toy, along for the ride trying to keep up winging 2,300 miles per hour in a magnetic lasso around the blueness of us, rounding us up rodeo style, a captured water drop, showing one face, one side, the whole entire time.