Saturated March sky,
the waterlogged stars
provide no passage.
A symmetrical grub
wriggles to the surface
of the sodden night.
Drowned by darkness,
the soft worm moon,
a cylindrical cyclops,
takes the night’s first gasp.
Exposed, without protection,
it may well be its last.
© 2023 | K. Hartless
dVerse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille #171: Poetry is a kind of Gasp
Cover Art: “Worm Moon” Artist: Liz Darling
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