.. : …..a silver moonsmile; ……………….the stubble of stars. .. .. Prompted by Poets United. Come play!
.. This poem is a soft-shelled crab, the drab and unadorned way the world sighs just before a storm. It can’t be dry -cleaned, or steamed or hung on a line. It won’t be patient with your heart, or your … Continue reading →
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