Eating Iced Melon Under The Moon Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Eating iced melon under the moon
Seems like thIs should be a festival somewhere
And starlight refreshment, movement of the clouds
Over the moon like a jade flute played
The whispering of foreign trees
The whispering of foreign trees
Is like music you said to yourself in a dream
Where luna moths danced
And the children stayed up a long time
Listening to it was crabapple whispered
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Mary angela douglas 24 march 2024