Posted in Poetry

Full Moon’s Half Full

It’s three-thirty and the night’s nearing it’s close
The wounded wing has almost healed and the bird breathes a relief
It’s a sparrow, narrow, like twisting halls, passages between walls
As the felled marble is overshadowed by a sinewy hand
Resolve is not far from mind

This is not a complete picture
No, not yet

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