The Duckpond Mellowly

in the duckpond    mellowly
swim    the mistyped   expressions,
the  misdrawn  portraits   of our sudden strange
passions.  the  old  manor  sunbleached  reaches,  unpartisan,
patient,  silent,   lovely,   and entirely without pretexts—flags  aflutter,
panes  aflame—  I wish,  I wish  I  were  so  staunch, so  plain,  so    Christian.

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can read it here for free, or get it for your e-reader on iBooks, Amazon or Kobo. Or you can just say you read the book, and donate five bucks down below. Go on.

Gabriel Muoio

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