Silver Wake of the Moon It
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach
As I step down, dig my feet in cool sand.
Fantastic sense till inebriated
Pleasing weaving movement arises, as
The label I hide on the wine bottle.
Empowering silence of moonlit night.
Goodnight moon and your self-isolation,
Goodnight stars surviving need to exist,
Goodnight everybody so desperate
Welcoming interaction, impending
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine.
Months of lock-down stress; does anyone care?
Droll song , in the silver wake of the moon
They told me of the psycho cat's demise.
9/28/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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