thunder moon

the girl clothed in wisteria stands
under the thunder moon
with midnight in her fists
next to the bedroom window
the nightstand light brightly on
Ray Bradbury page eighty-nine, the
burning of books-—

They say you retain knowledge
even when you’re sleeping,
if someone whispers in your ear

whispers under the July moon
life is obvious she says, but lonely
phases written in hands
dystopias sketched
aloud in tongues

 

 

 

 

 

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