Summer Night
Moon and stars, icy light points flicker in a dome of darkness. Trees buzz with cicada singing a chorus we live, we live. Sleeping boy in hammock climbs a starlit ladder of dreams to his future.
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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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