the moon
casts a pale haze
through the
mist ofshuddering sprinklers;
yesterday I made a
mistake, today
I'm trying
to make amends.the shadows of the field
deepen, lengthen
with the vertically ascending
moon; I'mspending all my time
gazing at its butterscotch glow,
spending all my time
fixing the problems
I created.
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mango summer sunset | | august poems (2023)
PoésieA compilation of my best poems written during the month of August.