Mulder Poem by John Carlos

Mulder



So shiny out there, pleasant to the eye.
Counting all points, in that dark, casuist, sky.
Sudden movement makes it queer
exited, nervous and some fear.
Light is brighter
can make it out now
Who cares...

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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