Stoked

Posted by Amy Nawrocki on December 29, 2017 in five lines a day, Poems, Uncategorized |One Comment

 

The moon’s fingernail

scrapes a far away gazer’s

thoughts, breaking open

her mind, freeing a thousand

love songs stoked with lunar dust.

 

1 Comment

  1. They Came with the Cold: On Patience, Bird Feeders, and New Beginnings | First Person Naturalist says:
    December 31, 2017 at 9:44 pm

    […] such a stirring and immersive way. I called Gavin outside to see it. Today I read a freshly minted poem by Amy Nawrocki that conveyed how I felt when I looked up at the night […]

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