What if the moon was always full and
the mountainsides eternally green?
Think of the thrushes and buntings
their night migrations pulsing with
light. Tides would be high, every
sea bass and abalone distant kin to
the satellites. While in my sleeping
living room shines a fully lit harbinger
to the new week ahead.
Welcome! I am glad you decided to join in! Beautiful poem!
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Glad to participate. Good prompt!
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