“Poetry – It is a private solitude made public.” Lawrence Ferlinghetti

not on my list…Aug.10.13

Tonight Luna is waxing huge, looks pasted
against a cerulean sky
As ornamental as a decoration there
For once there is little breeze and still
I swear
I hear whispering in the grasses…perhaps
the tiniest of beings are about…field-mice,
voles, maybe shrews
I’m not above believing in fairies actually
Or angels come to that, but they tend to
make more noise,in my experience…
Still over all, Luna keeps careful watch;
I trust her to keep the peace.


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