He draws left-handed alien figures
who walk backwards whispering,
"I have eaten the moon."
He asks for mustard
when he wants, first of all,
a pillow for his teeth.
His hand moves always in reverse,
and when silent his solitude is palpable, bathed in a musical light.
I do not truly know him,
he is God's child.
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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