fast arrowhead of summer
cuts through dandelion fields
stampedes of ghost bull clouds
jut against far horizon airborne till
crescent moon lights in rictus yellow.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: August 3rd, 2021 16:55
- Comment from author about the poem: Written for a word bank contest.
- Category: Reflection
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