Smoking Under the Stars
The night sky is clear glass
placed on top of black velvet
with pinholes of light seeping
through, spelling our names
in the wind as we catch
the lemon slice of moon,
putting it in the back pocket
of our mind.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005
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