Great Globs Poem by moon batchelder

Great Globs



dawn drops great glops
of golden goo
on every bush and tree,
and amber patches dabbles
on the mountainsides
right to the sea,

and spreads a steady growing glow,
while casting shadows
randomly;
the spell of night dispelled
by light,
a metaphor, perhaps,
for me.

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moon batchelder

moon batchelder

bemidji, minnesota
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