Full moon
In the
cherry tree
Ripe to pick
(simultaneously
published at POETS The Original)
This moon
festival
The kids are
out of house now
Shadow’s
company
Morning is
coming
With
sunlight and noise and folks
Newspaper’s
ready
Blood
leaking out
Of a slender
pale neck
Love given
by a vampire
Streak of
mist
Sky void of
birds
But their
twittering
Drab morning
Summer
slumbers in green
But why
leaves of fall?
Pale light
summer night
Last
raindrops are falling down
Cat hunts
after rats
.
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