Morning Coffee #10

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. Beginning BY JAMES WRIGHT The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.   The dark wheat listens.Be still.Now.There they are, the moon’s young, tryingTheir wings.Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadowOf her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is goneWholly, …

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