You could have driven
a pick-up truck
thru spokes of that moon, so big and radiant
this upended water chestnut -
ground mist weeping
in the shadows
flutter of an old woman's shawl,
the clammy smell like
a child's fingers to the face,
a little unsettling
crickets and dew in brigades
running tears on the old
shoe leather.
White China Plates Ii
Paul Cameron Brown
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Poem topics: child, moon, running, water, woman, face, smell, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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