Papering the Sky

..

Be
-hold the sun,
flush with first
blush of day
,
an unquiet con
……….(artist)
-trail of clouds, pass
-ing by too soon
,
the dry rub spark
of dark stars,
this toxic oxy
-mo(r)on.

..
In November, we poem

 

 

 

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