Everything was silent
for while. I stared
out the window,
the sky a dark indigo
and the further up I looked,
the sky was fading to black,
then the moon
bright and white.
By Henry Stinson.
Copyright 2019 by Henry G. Stinson
All rights reserved. Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.
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