Wind Spun Eye Of The Moon. Poem by Kris Rozz

Wind Spun Eye Of The Moon.

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Lingering like delicate webs
in a lavender twilight, on the west side
of night down back alleys, a mendicant,

A scarfed pale beauty with silver looped earrings,
waiting on a windowless corner
with breeze ballets of old paper
and cigarette butts dancing,
dancing in the wind-spun eye of the moon.

Rozz 2001

Sunday, May 31, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: dreaming
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