black

03 Oct 2021

she stands in a black nightgown behind a black fence a black cat preens purrs at her feet her black hair gleams in the moonlight reflects the blackness of our souls she doesn’t stir as she sees me watching she is content to bask in the black before first light

Jaybird

I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...

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