Stoked

 

The moon’s fingernail

scrapes a far away gazer’s

thoughts, breaking open

her mind, freeing a thousand

love songs stoked with lunar dust.

 

Posted in: five lines a day, Poems, Uncategorized

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Amy Nawrocki

I am a poet with five poetry collections and three history books, co-authored by my husband and muse, Eric D. Lehman. I teach English and Creative Writing at the University of Bridgeport.

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