a-poem-a-day challenge for the month of April
In the thick air of summer
I sit among friends
who have known me
in every season.
Looking up
there are no stars
but the moon is in sight.
The thick air and convergence of friends is such a compelling juxtaposition. And the second stanza is a beauty. Lovely poem.
The thick air and convergence of friends is such a compelling juxtaposition. And the second stanza is a beauty. Lovely poem.
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