"A Competition of Luminous Spheres"
The moon, a jar to catch
the fireflies
who drift past my neighbor's
field, slowly reveals its
glow.
currently listening to : Missy Higgins, The Wrong Girl
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Now it springs forth; do you not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.
2 comments:
I like your poem. It is a good length.
Also, I didn't know you liked Missy Higgins. She is wonderful and Australian.
i love those "have to pull over the car" moments... i had one recently and had to ask a street vendor for a napkin to write it down. he was kind enough to give me one.
and, i like your poem. it reminds me of summer nights in nc, which is a nice thing to be reminded of.
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