The Guest
The moon,
a medicine bottle shaking silt and shadow,
drunk to the bottom by
shifting clouds, thirsty for the
the stilt man stalking
pitch roof Brooklyn
warm night July.
Copyright © Margot Weidemann | Year Posted 2015
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