The Moya View
A Night of RainYour still life:A bird holds tightto the quivering limbof our lemon tree,watching youtuck your hairbehind your earas you lean closerto its small, bright sound.Through the windowI see the rainshake loose from the leaves,removing you.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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