Last night we watched the gradual covering of the moon: not a darkness, after all— something more like a blanket of felt, rust- orange, not quite blotting out the underbody of light.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Last night we watched the gradual covering of the moon: not a darkness, after all— something more like a blanket of felt, rust- orange, not quite blotting out the underbody of light.