{found poems in moon thought}
..
As far as mass goes,
she’s a stone. No light of
her own.
The actual length, in flatrocks
is waning. She’s shrinking,
thinking.
Looks prehistoric, right?
She’s sky-wise and old bone
tired. Wired for something more.
..
..
NaPoWriMo for day 21 asks us to incorporate ‘overheard speech.” My nature-loving son is upstairs having a conversation with a friend about scorpions and reptiles he has seen in our desert. The italics are portions of their conversation.
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Fabulous combination of your words and theirs.
Ah, this is lovely! I especially love the last two lines.