Poems by Steven Federle
Monday, November 14, 2011
Pagan Moon
Pagan moon,
solid rock, hanging
low in the eastern sky,
southern curve
cleanly slices
through the
silk of night.
But north
of the winking eye
a bite gone
from the lunar pie!
Was it blown away
by some
stiff
solar wind?
or just a snack
eaten by a
famished,
smackin'
dragon?
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