Oh shadow across moon
Who can say something new?
Right now there are sirens,
A screaming sound,
A wail,
As a membrane slides
Across luna helpmate;
Registers brief redaction
Of waterless soul.
Its been a month
Of shootings,
Mudslides,
A lost plane,
Now I hear freeway
Gnashes.
The lid, the coverlet,
Seems underlit by flashlight
What cuneiforms are hidden?
A star twinkles
Aside your brite
Cuticle:
Chip of lighthouse wattage,
Broke from shores
You modify
Day and day,
Tug by tug
Laura Stickney
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