The span of winter afternoons
spreads out between the hollow moon’s
two distant ends. It is a bear
gone far ahead. It is elsewhere.
by Amos J. Hunt
Original bio from the Fall 2008 edition:
Amos J. Hunt is pleased that he gets a contributor bio this time.
This poem first ran in the Fall 2008 edition of Grub Street Grackle. It appears here online for the first time.