Friday, June 30, 2006

recycled poetry


It is on nights like this, with my belly full
and my chest empty, that the moon points east
to her darkened half, and I ache to follow her arc
into the nothingness,

because I understand the void.

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1 comment:

  1. ...the moon points east/to her darkened a wonderful line. Good job! The poem works for me.