At 5 my Grandpa 
told me that
everyone can see 
their own face 
etched in the
full moon’s
shadows.
I’m still up there,
cratered out
and stuck 
an expression
of soul.
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Shout out to Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides for the Wednesday prompt: stuck.  Visit the link for more creative responses.
 
 
2 comments:
I love this poem!
well delivered poem.
lovely words.
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