This poem took a turn. It began with the intention to play along with Laura Purdie Salas’s Digging for Poetry Project. And then it decided to become a cinquain and play with a quotation from Clint Smith that LeighAnne shared a few days ago. You never know where a poem might lead.
under
skeleton moon
lone wolf watches, listens
silent poet, attentive to
his world
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For my National Poetry Project, I’m playing along with the poetry calendar created by Margaret and Molly.
the dirigible plum 
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