Poetry / Uncategorized · 26 March 2020

Pilgrim Moon


G A R Y   P E R C E S E P E


the moon

is dead tonight


it stares

blankly from


its one good eye

not a breath


of wind ruffles its

silent surface



over my startled


power lines

like a silver



ship entering



pilgrim moon

are you as


lonely as me?

pour your buckets


of silence up and

down the long


avenue of trees

shelter stars


in your light







photo credit: Supermoon 2014 https://pamperingcampers






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