Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Commuter poem #32

Melon moon rising out of morning,
half a moon glowing, dark mountain shadows below,
not a bird flies across the sky,
the sky gray to blue to pink, then full sun,
while the moon,irridescent fingernail,
still floats at the horizon.
Overhead, fragile lines of Canada geese punctuate the sky,
and the first spring green leaves unfurl.

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