Friday, September 16, 2011

Moon 18, 10:30 pm

You rise a chunk of gold
waning now, eating the sky.
Once again, I drink in
the sight of you, your
worn patchy skin.




2 comments:

  1. Loving all your moon poems. This is lovely.

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  2. Really? I was thinking you and Helen should send a collection to PSPublishing but I don't think mine are quite in the same league.

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