The moon is angry,
black clouds attend its path
like smoke from a smouldering fire.
It rises over the city,
casts a cold eye over
a man and his blanket
cowering for shelter
in a CBD doorway.
WHAT THE MOON SEES
Published inTwitter Poems
The moon is angry,
black clouds attend its path
like smoke from a smouldering fire.
It rises over the city,
casts a cold eye over
a man and his blanket
cowering for shelter
in a CBD doorway.