The Moonlit Night

where is that Carleton Green,
it's as if some lily pads
were shadowed by Lotus Pads.
.
I don't feel settled
It's as if the moon was tracing my thoughts
so that guilt gazes through my bones.
.
I'm not certain either
It's as if the night were masked with a racoon's smell
and a lone wolf awaits to howl by dawn.
.
Do you have patience for the day to yawn?
.
Let the dog bark
while I pull myself back to Mark's dark.





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Thanks for the award,
I wish to pass the same honor to  Linda Eugenia Denise Brin Korbetis
and    Carolisle
for Thursday Poets Rally Week 81
 Hyde Park Poetry