Prying moon,
your neon bled across
the lawn until it discovered me
burying forgiveness among summer roses.
I wasn’t ready for repentance,
but you knew I couldn’t
deny you.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
At Real Toads Kerry challenged us to write using the triquain form,
seven lines with syllables counted in multiples of three.
3-6-9-12-9-6-3
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