White Moon
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Perhaps the dark time
was passing
even before the moon
scoffed
then swallowed
eating up the dark
and leaving a ring
of white moonlight for breakfast
and spatters of spewed out stars,
with baked slivers of silver thinly spread
on sliced white bread
for lunch.
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Lynn White
Lynn White lives in North Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice, events, places, and people she has known or imagined. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and a Rhysling Award.
