Disappearing Grapes
Beneath the light of the moon;
my arbor of grapes began to appear,
as if it were,
losing…weight.
By the light of the sun;
came the revelation,
that this wasn’t the case.
Instead my arbor,
was being devoured
by the local wildlife.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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