I Walk the Grass of Continents
Poetry by Eva-Maria Hogrefe
Sunday, July 1, 2018
The moon leaps
slender grasses,
a breeze on the riverbank,
stars hang
all across a vast plain,
the moon leaps...
a solitary duck--still
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