Super Moon Lunar EclipseA Poem by Cris Roley It was sunday. Wine was drunk in a parking lot the night before my good friend left and the day was spent by the ocean with my woman. Around ten that sunday the earth sat between the sun and the moon.
The moon's a dying ember
This evening in late September A dirty copper coin Resting on her porcelain loin A mosaic of Ancient Corinth As the soldiers passed In blood-red rags And orange © 2015 Cris Roley |
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Cris RoleyMEAboutI like to write. I'm not good at putting myself out there as a writer but I've been told to do so. This is a baby step. more..Writing
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