Friday, June 17, 2011

poem | it wanes

the moon wanes
its luminescence made clear
where darkness insets darkness
and between short stretches 
of street lit paths

a midnight ride
through rwc, nfo, ath, mp, and back home
to the e p a.

the cold summer air are my cheeks' delight
and i, his.

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