Poems by Steven Federle
Monday, December 12, 2011
Travis Moonrise
Over barren trees
the tattered moon
ascends, barely clearing
dark hills
pausing, unwilling
to fall back
into cold, delta fog,
like the lumbering C-5
through the gloom
rising on bright thunderbolts
to December's
bleeding moon.
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