Innumerable Poem by Satish Verma
Innumerable
The opaque civility
takes a big toll. The fledglings
were dying in the duck pond.
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I want to steal the moon
tonight for a ritual
and bring it on my lake.
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A wet floor always
mirrors the voices floating
on the low roof of my rainbow.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
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4/26/2024 7:08:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Poetic verses with deep meaning. Thanks, Satish Peace