Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
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poem: write about a radish

Write about a radish
Too many people write about the moon.

The night is black
The stars are small and high
The clock unwinds its ever-ticking tune
Hills gleam dimly
Distant nighthawks cry.
A radish rises in the waiting sky.

Karla Kuskin
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