Love the entire poem, especially the dilapidated skin of the moon. I’m re-blogging.
…
This fear
is the long slow heartbeat of that clock,
the tocking of hours and
the clicking of keys.
It seizes the day in fits and
starts and sputters, utters vapor
words to a chalkboard sky,
blows desert wind,
breathes fire;
a dragon moon in dilapidated skin.
..
For Bjorn’s Meet the Bar prompt over at dVerse. Come play!
