Pleasing the Moonlight
PLEASING THE MOONLIGHT
When
She said
Literature's a bore
You waste your time
Romance is for weaklings
He
Wasn’t dead
yet
When
She said
Plant only
Food
Dump
Out the dahlias
He
Wasn’t
Dead
yet
When
She said
No one smells west wind
Close all the windows
Seal all the cracks
He
Wasn’t dead
yet
When
the moonlight faded
He
crawled away
He
Wasn’t
Dead Yet.
Victoria Anderson Throop 2013
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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