Being under the Big Bowl of sky
counting stars, losing count
The dipper seemed not so big
The little scoop was so bright
we waved our arms out to hug it
collecting
moth wing dust
and residue of star dust
too
1 Pages:1
Please Rate This Submission:
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- Recent
Comments - Add a
Comment - Send
Feedback Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).
There are no recent comments (3 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (3)