Sweater Tent (poem)

Happy Poetry Wednesday, everyone! A new poem for you; enjoy! 🙂 ❤

Sweater Tent

The dog barks

under the lonely moon

cold nights under

a thin strand of stars

littering the sky, high on

smoke and grass pavements

growing underfoot, dirt cool

crumble from hands on ground

with sweaters like tents, making

constellations in the air.

– The Finicky Cynic

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