Is That... Poem by David Howerton

Is That...



Quaint vision, stays neat,
night long midnight comes.
Looking out window
three quarter moon ivory
touches gray pines and live oaks
on western ridge.
Still bright, street noise fades
almost already home
lights out trying for sleep
despite worry.

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David Howerton

David Howerton

San Jose California
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