Write About a Radish. . . Poem by Karla Kuskin

Write About a Radish. . .

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Write about a radish
Too many people write about the moon.

The night is black
The stars are small and high
The clock unwinds its ever-ticking tune
Hills gleam dimly
Distant nighthawks cry.
A radish rises in the waiting sky.

Monday, September 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: write
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roop Rekha Bhaskar 07 September 2015

another way of describing the moon. Very original.

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Karla Kuskin

Karla Kuskin

Manhattan, New York
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