Something Dressy Poem by Satish Verma

Something Dressy



A kingfisher
would like to have no borders,
no moongates.

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Sleep not, when
the moon rises. I will call
the moonflower.

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The dusk
has a short vision of
a crescent moon.

Friday, April 4, 2014
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