A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| Fickle moon feeds the aloneness in you, shining on flower beds, creeks, waterfalls, springs, hills, crypts, and boulders to make everything sparkle only to lose them in an instant to their shadows. Proud though on its own, just a rock thrust in heavens by titans spuming fire, it lulls you with night breezes to make you shimmer inside what you are not. |