waning moon
the point he tries to make
fading
Sharon Ferrante
he can’t sleep
so he writes me a poem
about the cricket
in the corner
that
never sleeps
Sharon Ferrante
afternoon tea
strong stories
brewing
Sharon Ferrante
a long day
I shake the regrets
from
my wings
Sharon Ferrante
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