Forty-nine degrees. Bare feet on dewy grass. A bright moon. Stars, as intimate and near as in childhood. Now, what today, shall I do with my thimbleful of knowledge?
September 1, 2021
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Bare Feet, Childhood, Dew, Diaries, Journals, Knowledge, Light, Stars, The Moon
William Michaelian 