Gemini Moons
the shadow of
the grim
reaper carving
out the
Indian white moon
swinging his scythe
splitting the moon
back and forth
through pitch-black
Russian sky
and soon
hanging over
the Black
Caspian Sea
are these
Gemini moons
and
i
let night
twirl her magenta baton
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2011
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