Saturday, March 28, 2020

Find the Country Quiet

The quarter moon 
And Venus, tonight, 
Quite brilliantly bolting 
the treasure of black sky 

Days and nights 
Not really meaning much 
Although I notice by the mailbox
On the road, 
Where I’ve not been often 
Lately, the magnolia is setting her 
Furry buds. 

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