The moon is a drought
Like a harpsichord in a vacuum
Overflowing with rivers
That are dreams
The dusk is scarlet like autumn
Even in the spring
Can a river ever find footing
Asked the lighted match
Ice is bottomless
Said the crows
From the bare winter boughs
But never absolute
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“Ice is bottomless
Said the crows”
Loved it.
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Thank you! 😊
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Some fabulous imagery here. Love it.
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Love the first stanza. I don’t get it but I love it.
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