Wig of Stars
The moon
put on her wig
of stars
that trailed across
the universe.
If I get
stuck
out on the sun
please don't
try to comb
me out.
I am the farmer
that
plowed
the field of stars
in your
field of vision.
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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