Moonless NightsA Poem by Delmar Cooperwords in short rowsThe live oaks by the river live and thrive and hide In summer when the heat is up in the leaves And the blood boils or at least steeps In rich veins of poor men and their women Great white moths fly at night, flame drawn to Where the live oaks by the river thrive and hide In summer high up in the leaves The dark things high up in the leaves The things that watch and wait for Opportunities, opportunities and Unattended children. © 2021 Delmar CooperFeatured Review
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14 Reviews Added on March 8, 2021 Last Updated on March 8, 2021 AuthorDelmar CooperTrussville, ALAboutI write- a little. I don't write to reinvent the wheel, or discover fire. I just drag along from sentence to sentence hoping for a spark. more..Writing
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