New Moon In August Poem by Matt Greenblatt

New Moon In August



The dying summer hours
Where the parched grass cracks
Beneath your feet
And the road still burns
From noon-time's heat
When the fleeting wind
Gasps upon your face
Held in dreams are such nights
For there is
Neither shade for shelter
Nor light to seek refuge from

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Matt Greenblatt

Matt Greenblatt

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
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