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He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand.He was dead anyway, a ghost. I’m surprisedI saw his hand at all. The moon, of course, is alwaysthere—day moon, but it’s still there; behind the clouds butit’s still there. I like seeing things: a hand, the moon, icein a highball glass. The moon? It’s free, it doesn’tcost you anything so go ahead and look.
Anyways, Richard Siken
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