…from: Remote Friends, by: Jim Harrison.
Wolf moon hung heavy
once more
in its passing
its bulbous orb
rolled
through cold chromium fog
wet clouds
smeared themselves
across its face
like translucent billows
of glistening moonbeams
shivering midnight
that sorrowing hour
again laid bare my soul
in grief of secrets
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse