clouds
overtake stars
moon runs
behind darkness...
a race til morning
Pat Geyer
The taste of sloe gin
underneath the blackthorn boughs—
a
blossom-veiled moon.
Pippa Phillips
Poppy Seeds
swearing
right hands raised ...
lone veteran salutes
packing bags
called again
peace and war
silently
walking
arlington cemetery
— old rose garden
B.A. France