Craters of the Moon

A Poem by Irving Glass

I don’t have problems sleeping any more

But did I ever?

I don’t see the future like I used to

Who holds my hand now

That I walk on rusted beaches in the afternoon

And wait in shallow craters

Just to watch the moon?

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Added on June 12, 2016
Last Updated on June 12, 2016

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