The Moon and the Road
A Sonnet and Other Poems
I continue to be fascinated by the disparity of the moon’s role in our lives versus in its own existence. It has served as a timepiece by which we have measured months for millennia. But in its own endless orbits, such a measurement seems to have very little meaning.
The Moon and the Road
The young moon smiles and sets. And headlights flash
And pass awa…
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