Unnatural Moon

Bleached moon
its creeping stealth
stolen by sure deceit
through blueness of the burning day:
moonlight.

 

Shadow

Lost child--
how silently
your steps . . . your shadows glide
across that wide pond . . . rippling
sorrows.

Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 2, No. 1   Spring & Summer, 2003.
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These poems are Copyright © 2002 by Kathleen Thomas.