2. moonlong
ten thousand embers galaxied
like an evening mass
three forgotten children
mouthing seat-belts
my cup is half-full
at times, until prayer
that vine of yellow blossoms
beautiful, though covering Blind Child
the most thankful farmer
taking soil for granted
like an evening mass
three forgotten children
mouthing seat-belts
my cup is half-full
at times, until prayer
that vine of yellow blossoms
beautiful, though covering Blind Child
the most thankful farmer
taking soil for granted
posted by studioQ at 8:50 PM
1 Comments:
I like this poem a lot. The words are so broken and I like how you put them back together.
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