Poetry
by Phil Brown
SCENE FROM A TRAIN; MIDNIGHT.
0 the moon rides high tonight
Like an icy white button
In the black hole of space.
Trees, silhouettes of lace
On a table of dark crystal
Are brittle under the pallid glare.
Stars flinch under the whip of wind
And somewhere below the bridge
A cool cool river is running home.
by Phil Brown
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