CRESCENT MOON

Posted on April 10, 2011 by rosspoetvassilev

by Anita McQueen

The streets
my only escape

nonchalant walk
at first
then running
night
faces in windows
macabre
yellow eyes
hidden hands
reaching

somewhere
a crescent moon
lighting a dancing crowd
where the new world begins.

http://sweetstreetmcqueen.blogspot.com/
http://anitamcqueenpoetry.blogspot.com/

This entry was posted in Anita McQueen. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s