New Zealand Poetry
The old men gaze as a cloud
frays across the moon.
Indeed, who can ever know, what muse sets the length. I’m sure it’s the right length, in any case.
I’m pleased. Thank you Peter. I didn’t know it was going to be so short
Love this, feel like one of those ‘old men’ watching the lady of the sky!
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