Morning Rush
the eye – a crescent slit – half open peering at the city below the moon – still sleepy whispers …
Tag Archives: moon
Waiting Room
(3/30 – 30 Poems in 30 Days – April National Poetry Month) [Prompt: Comparing Rooms] It is cool and sterile …
Magic Dust
the world is dusted in magic our magic lightly frosted on pine needles and naked branches heated breath on icicle …
One tear…
One tear falls drips Orbits the moon Drops down into the cosmic goo That is us. We separate, you and …
