On summer nights
crickets sing ballads
to the man in the moon.
On summer nights
the man in the moon
is slowly transported
across the ebony firmament.
Olives ripen
on summer nights
their verdant green skins
are transformed into rich ebony.
crickets sing ballads
to the man in the moon.
On summer nights
the man in the moon
is slowly transported
across the ebony firmament.
Olives ripen
on summer nights
their verdant green skins
are transformed into rich ebony.
This poem is, also, posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port.
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