July Moon
The full moon
perches on the redwood.
The stars hang
from the thin cloud
like silver berries
on a gray bush.
The fog child
plucks the stars
and gorges itself.
Will it choke, I wonder,
on the fat moon?
--Nikos Patsais
The full moon
perches on the redwood.
The stars hang
from the thin cloud
like silver berries
on a gray bush.
The fog child
plucks the stars
and gorges itself.
Will it choke, I wonder,
on the fat moon?
--Nikos Patsais
Nice poem! I like it!
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