Cloud LineA Poem by Molly Cara
Bugs hum. Mist thickens the horizon.
The moon rises, then falls behind the cloud line. She slides like an ice cube down the surface of the sky. She settles on the hem of the sunset. © 2013 Molly Cara |
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Added on July 25, 2013 Last Updated on July 25, 2013 |