as the day turned
weighing them down
the errant shadows
one by one
each under its own pebble
all day they turned
begging the sun to stop to help
but it went on its merry way
and then
at last
as the shadows lengthened
their longing escaped
they were gone
the pebbles roared
at the sea’s grief
for the serpent moon
was only a shadow
of what could have been
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