The Sisyphean moon
Carries the Herculean sun
Up over the mountain of every day
One keeping time in mind
One holding space in its arms
The great teacher of the stars
Strolling through the earth
Praising and lamenting
Without judgment or regret
Its brilliant scribe
Hurrying behind absorbing
And then forgetting all he taught
But gratefully he has a gift
For humor called tomorrow
Same old moon he makes it new
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