Strange Tidal Anomaly
Frank sits in a rusting bench on a pier
It’s late but the Moon is still up
Shines down on him and the water,
He is caught up with the idea that it’s not the mass of the satellite the changes the tide,
But the actual moonlight itself
Attributing more magic to it perhaps, than it already has
This would mean on nights when there was no light, there
Would be no change
He realizes the folly of this at last
He feels the moon change him
Inside all the time.
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