planter’s moon the milk white arc of her nine month belly Published by Ed Markowski Ed Markowski writes and paints in America's Great Lakes Region. View all posts by Ed Markowski
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