planter's moon the milk white arc of her nine month belly —Ed Markowski
About the author: ed markowski lives and writes in auburn hills, michigan. his work has appeared in modern haiku, acorn, bottle rockets, and the birmingham poetry review.
Bullied by the wind Pushing, tearing at my clothes Trying to intimidate.
bathing, my milk lets down white ribbons unravel in water
moon tide upon full rising blood red
moonlit snack- "Are we out of ice cream again?
half submerged tire at water's edge -- mallards greet the dawn
up four flights how quickly she runs ninth month
arc of emptiness only sour sop skin remains after the birds came by
pale moon this spring morn -- her smile lacklustre
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Bullied by the wind
Pushing, tearing at my clothes
Trying to intimidate.
bathing, my milk lets down
white ribbons unravel
in water
moon tide
upon full rising
blood red
moonlit snack-
"Are we out
of ice cream again?
half submerged tire
at water's edge --
mallards greet the dawn
up four flights
how quickly she runs
ninth month
arc of emptiness
only sour sop skin remains
after the birds came by
pale moon
this spring morn --
her smile lacklustre