The Moon

by William Carlos Williams
diving
through bedrooms
makes the car
ride upon the page
by virtue of
the law of sentences
Bulleting
through roofs
behind reedy trees
it is the night
waking to
smells of lechery

diving
through bedrooms
makes the car
ride upon the page
by virtue of
the law of sentences
Bulleting
through roofs
behind reedy trees
it is the night
waking to
smells of lechery
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