I couldn’t
see
the clouds
or the way
time was
climbing
one hungry
rung
after another
the way
light strung
on attic beams
clings to
an unhinged
moon
and her
night-blinded
visions
of you
– Christi Moon
© Christi Moon, All rights reserved
I couldn’t
see
the clouds
or the way
time was
climbing
one hungry
rung
after another
the way
light strung
on attic beams
clings to
an unhinged
moon
and her
night-blinded
visions
of you
– Christi Moon
© Christi Moon, All rights reserved
Perfect. Christi such a delight to have you here. Thank you for three poems.
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