Three Sky Poems

the white horse
is a phantom horse
a wing-ed creature
mute, not deaf
a lifter of those
that need it’s help
to higher lands
above and beyond

Most of the sky
is far away
but some of it so close
it kisses my nose!

the crescent Moon
in my dream
turned into
a watermelon
a slice with seeds
instead of craters
a green white rind
where rocks should be.

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