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By the Almanac
By Taylor Graham
The Blue Moon crossed last night,
a globe of gathered snow
behind cloud, above our breathing.
The dogs pressed in against us,
rib to rib for comfort.
I’d forgotten this double January moon.
The day was overcast with rain,
without a sunset.
We measured out our supper,
and climbed to bed, heavy.
But in the night, the Blue Moon crossed
us into February, pale and cloudless.
This morning, the earth cracks
underfoot, our breath shivers
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