A Different Reason

In a crowd,

But so, so alone

On bright waters,

I look again at

The familiar face of

The weather-green lady;

Sensing a different reason

For the present, a

Deeper motive,

The presence of

An old enemy.

Always

She moves towards me,

Paying no mind to whether

The moon be full or no.

She drifts away,

In sun-time

Or in shadow.

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