Fields Poem by Bryan Riley

Fields



Fields of
stars
Fields of
green
The moon
reflects
the light
of the sun

There is
no one there
no man
the moon
hangs vacant as
a broken spoon

The shiny
black obelisk
points at
the night
like a long,
accusing
finger

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Bryan Riley

Bryan Riley

Salem, Massachusetts
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