Honey
Dew
Sun's
pledge
circles round for
a hoedown. The harvest
moon bellies up to a beehive
of stars.
Brick
Layer
I see the moon and a rhyme echoes. Thoughts of him swell through
slate rainbows and spackle fog walkways.
Shallow
ghosts lie as gray
cobblestones to the moon.
Through the haze my father's hands still
place me.
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