the cresent moon
THE CRESCENT MOON
by santiago del dardano turann
The crescent moon
Hunts through the brush
Of gray. Her arrow
Has caught my eye
And left in bleeding
On the bus’ floor.
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Simple and clean. Dig the line “And left it bleeding on the bus’ floor.” That nailed it. Nice.