The half moon still governs the
tides,
still
washes the sand and evens the score.
A
wink with one eye of two still lures the stranger
on
the suburban train, a Venus on the half-shell.
Half
a heart still attracts the soulmate
assuming
the other half is waiting in the wings.
Half
a song from the red breast in the tree
still
sings of life and many wanton things.
We
live by halves, never grasping the whole.
Long
ago, the sons of Adam were instructed to slow the roll.
~William Hammett
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