CINQUAIN ...........
Deborah P. Kolodji, US
 

 

Thunder Moon
 
Strikes of
summer madness
as the sudden storm hits—
sky sketch of balmy beach weather
erased.
 

Beaver Tail Soup
 
Bunches
of wild onions,
a tail broiled by campfire—
too many stars in the sky, no
Starbucks.
 

Gleaming Eyes
 
Dying,
she watched from bed
as heirs fossicked about, 
looking for that gold heirloom brooch—
long gone.
 

 

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