Blue Poem by Antonio Liao

Blue



when the moon is full
and the night
is cold
and the trees
all but shadows

i walk on the bridge
and stand
by its side

i am a shadow too
lurking
i see this shadow
on the raging river
below

shall i loosen
my grip
on the railing
of this bridge
full moon?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kay Vitter 14 November 2008

The Moon brings out a little madness in us all. Excellent.

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