Luna Punto Stop

New Moon  December 20, 2025

Once there were coyote, cardinals

in the cedar. You could cure amnesia

with the trees of our back-forty. Once

I drowned in a monsoon of frogs—

          —Jennifer Elise Foerster

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In the end

all that matters

is belonging

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We need to know

ourselves beloved

on this earth or else

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A gray ocean of sad

consumes us from head

to toe & beyond

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Meanwhile

Everything

Happens

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In short

I love you

I’m sorry

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But really

more than anything

thank you.