Just Peachy
The moon ripe as a Georgia peach,
plopped itself upon the blue-blackened,
scalloped edge of the deciduous forest,
topping the syrupy squiggle of horizon
as it bled into the blue velvet night.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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