Agust Blues Poem by Edward Hagwood

Agust Blues



As the month nears

it's end, As I look up

in the sky, all I see is

blue and the moon. It is

what I see as I walk in

the park, each morning

Monday, August 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: narrative
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