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I Offered Him The Moon
by Kate Dean

I offer you the moon
Settled on your plate
Among linen and silver.

You can’t see it,
Or won’t.

When you find it yourself,
In your inner circle,
In your ballroom dance,
It is the latest ancient teaching.
The perfect nutrient.
The answer!

When my ladle lays it before you,
It is no more than
Reflected light
And stone.

Copyright 2007 by Kate Dean