Moonsong
The moon sat, plunked in a cobalt sky
punctuating the stratus
a wane full note on a blank scale
resonating, pulsating, pregnant in it’s fullness
and the string was plucked.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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