This stack of bricks
sticks out a lonely branch
but it can’t stanch
the sadness trickled by
a sickle moon
for the rushed raccoon crushed
to the pavement
Francis, I love this..I'm a gatherer of such imagery....the sadness of the moon wafts over me each night i sit up to imagine the pavement in its various states...people would and do say..there is a sky to look up to...but a clear sky is what we do no deserve...
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Francis,
I love this..I'm a gatherer of such imagery....the sadness of the moon wafts over me each night i sit up to imagine the pavement in its various states...people would and do say..there is a sky to look up to...but a clear sky is what we do no deserve...
Thanks Manik. We project other's sadness onto the moon, just as she projects the sun's light on us.
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