Nov 2020
When I awoke to catch
the ocean at sunrise,
I spied the moon
still out beyond curfew
tiptoeing in sleek oleander,
glistening outside
the landscape of dreams.
the ocean at sunrise,
I spied the moon
still out beyond curfew
tiptoeing in sleek oleander,
glistening outside
the landscape of dreams.
(F/Atlanta)
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