Jilted Poem by Kathy Lippard Cobb

Jilted



(A Cinquain)

Blackness...
not a glimmer
of summer moon or stars.
Like me, they too, need a reason
to shine.

Saturday, May 15, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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