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Loretta Diane Walker | 3 poems

Last Thursday The sky is a woman. Silent now. Her old stories are written in the constellations. She stares in the white pond of moon, a dark turban of night on her head. Complexity is her mirror. Of all the wonders of this world, she is the most ancient of mysteries. She can cleanse the … Continue reading Loretta Diane Walker | 3 poems