The moon’s fingernail

scrapes a far away gazer’s

thoughts, breaking open

her mind, freeing a thousand

love songs stoked with lunar dust.


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  1. […] 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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