by My Erotic Trail
some beautiful images here, but a little bit bogged down with extra words. If you were to carve a little closer, you'd have, for example
The moon ascended a wooden fence
and stepped up through power lines
like a musical note rising scale
beginning the night's long, silent song.
which is gorgeous. There is a lot here to commend, Art. Keep up the writing. This longs for editing, though, to let its light shine.
This poem was mentioned in New Poems Reviews. C.o.S.
Another of Art's classic Texas tales
Complete in one telling
On the road to Hondo...