F U L L

May 18, 2011

The mountains of the moon/

Might be seen/

Tonight, without  night vision./

You needn’t be around/

Higher  ground./

It’s out here  like a clean plate/

On the back lawn’s black pavement,/

Luring  a  near-blind dog,  late, /

To nourishment.

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2 Responses to “F U L L”

  1. Evelyn said

    “It’s out here like a clean plate/
    On the back lawn’s black pavement,/”
    love the almost SECRET rhyming of this.
    this poem seems different than most of your others (that I have read anyway).

  2. Beautiful imagery,almost tangible.This is just lovely! Great work!

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