Wet Moon
Rises
holds it's own
lunar craters keep
abreast of the fall
tip it will
axes shifting
in a quantum leap
of no more
than hope in drought
water dog howled at
the ring, the ring of roses
budding buds
rain it will bring the
wet moon
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2013
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