TALL,
proud moon:
rising about three inches
(from my perspective of
the ground).
Now I know
what Langston Hughes
saw that night in Harlem,
as he sat
listening to the world screaming.
This isn't a sliver of goodness,
but a giant,
ripe peach
floating in the night sky.
2 comments:
"This isn't a sliver of goodness,
but a giant,
ripe peach
floating in the night sky."
Wonderful.
I adore the ending too, like .:A:. above, even if mOON wasn't part of my blog name. :)
I'm here exploring more writers. I've seen your comments on several writing blogs I discovered, so I came to read your blog!
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