Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Monday, December 30, 2019
PAD 20-3 light
The moon sat atop a street light
as if it belonged there. Now why
would it pretend to be manmade
when it was formed by God’s hand?
And why would we?
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