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November 2009 
Moonlight Bandit, Sleepwalking
Posted on Apr 17th, 2009
by 
Ron
Ron
In the late afternoon sun
We crossed paths in the
Shadows. He elevated,
Turned as if suspended
By wire and ambled down
The slope. Then it seemed
My hands were inside him,
Outside any clock- moving
about -directing him to a
Log. There he lifted up, looking
Back at my pale face, those eyes
Streaked shiny with black war
Paint, made up by bigger hands.
I remembered my childhood then,
A silly facsimile perched on my
Head, the ringed tail thumping
Between my shoulder blades,
A plastic flintlock in my hand,
The moccasins.
We crossed paths in the
Shadows. He elevated,
Turned as if suspended
By wire and ambled down
The slope. Then it seemed
My hands were inside him,
Outside any clock- moving
about -directing him to a
Log. There he lifted up, looking
Back at my pale face, those eyes
Streaked shiny with black war
Paint, made up by bigger hands.
I remembered my childhood then,
A silly facsimile perched on my
Head, the ringed tail thumping
Between my shoulder blades,
A plastic flintlock in my hand,
The moccasins.
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