A moonbeam can’t be contained,
Their light pours from clouds mixed in black coffee
On to the lake, dancing across
Dark northern water, witnessed
By blessed insomniacs
Parked in a twenty year-old trucks
On a newborn morning in late October,
Where the shadows become the living.
TROY SCHOULTZ is a poet, analog collage artist, and apparently, a survivor. He is the author of three full-length collections and two chapbooks. He makes his home in Oshkosh, WI. He is currently working on a novel, but ain't they all...
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