thought it was the moon
just above the horizon
through gauzy curtains
lovely in the rain, even
even if
even though
that maybe moon, or street lamp
thought it was the moon
just above the horizon
through gauzy curtains
lovely in the rain, even
even if
even though
that maybe moon, or street lamp
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment