Eggyolk Moon
.
Across the face
of an egg-yolk
full moon
scudded a bouquet
of clouds gone
too soon.
Answer a question
to a night-gazer
it behooved:
Was it the moon, the
clouds or the sky
that moved?
.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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