The Moon felt like a tingly blur on my skin, And as it gradually slid down my shoulder through my forearm,I tried to smack at it like it was a marsh mosquito, Or an arcade game of whack-a-mole. We soft tossed Wiffle balls when the sun went down,And… Read on blog or Reader Heavy Feather Review Read on blog or Reader New Poetry by Matthew Johnson: "My Front Yard in Summer" Heavy Feather June 13 The Moon felt like a tingly blur on my skin, And as it gradually slid down my shoulder through my forearm,I tried to smack at it like it was a marsh mosquito, Or an arcade game of whack-a-mole. We soft tossed Wiffle balls when the sun went down,And the whistle of the breeze passing through the hollow, […] Continue reading Comment You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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