At Moon Rising Pond
Here-
this day's last light clouds gray
to run-round and un-green in star-chaining
in pebble hush
and fish stoning
in leaf murmur
and trembling wing tuck
in cool frightful burrows
and tears that fall
in the unsuspecting night
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Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016
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