Tonight's Poet Corner: Dark Sun
Dark Sun
by Belinda Roddie
When it rises, the shadow stretches
forever onward, staining the dusty
shingles of houses tucked away in
dank green corners, and everything is
cold by morning and frozen by afternoon,
and those who wait for night are ecstatic
when the warm moon squeezes its way
between the mountains to bathe the town
in a thick, muggy glow.
by Belinda Roddie
When it rises, the shadow stretches
forever onward, staining the dusty
shingles of houses tucked away in
dank green corners, and everything is
cold by morning and frozen by afternoon,
and those who wait for night are ecstatic
when the warm moon squeezes its way
between the mountains to bathe the town
in a thick, muggy glow.
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