PM Draper        Vero Beach         (Romana Tarlamis)
Corn Moon

Nocturne’s orb of harvest
setting in the western sky--
backdropped by September,
showcased spirit of the morning-night.


The river below, flows blue-quiet. 
Dolphins break the surface
near the spoil island, pelicans fly-by.
Channel markers blink
 in the rise of dawn
a whiff of citrus in the breeze. 


I bike down the bridge, just as I please,
twenty-five miles an hour
 feels like flying--
and I’m a kid again, on that other bridge
when all I had was time
never knowing 
what the Corn Moon did. 
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