Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Slant Ways

Slant Ways
By: James Dubeau

The night before last
When day turned to the
The moon was falling
Slant ways
Shouldn't that orb
Always be rising
When darkness freshly falls
I wish it were so
But no
Luna was setting
In such a way
That made me sad
Behind the trees
Never to be seen
In all her glory
Slant ways

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