by J.L. Moultrie
POLLOCK DREAM
I gather my flaws
And carry them to the shore
The bars are open
APOSTASY
The oceans will leap
My thoughts are tangled with pride
Our shells become one
PASTORAL
Mind is nomadic
We were held by centuries
The Earth is no more
HARVEST
Behind willow leaves
Moonlight in each direction
The beach is empty
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J.L. Moultrie is a multi-genre writer from Detroit. He’s the author of the poetry collection Cairn (Pig Roast Publishing).