The night was tricked out
in sequins, and why not
the moon in a fur-trimmed hood.
Ready? she said. She had
a voice like a lighted doorbell.
We both could remember a time
when grown-ups lived in fear
of the annual Soviet wheat harvest.
I uncovered my eyes.
Howie Good, New York, USA
Excellent!
ReplyDeleteSome wonderful images here. Loved that fur-trimmed hooded moon and the voice like a lighted doorbell.
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