Moonscape granite glows. Say goodby to the last star. My cheeks no longer feel the cold. The warmth of anticipation. Light approaches my back.
Mountains vanish behind the heat.
All text and images in The Central California Poetry Journal are copyrighted. All rights are reserved. See main Journal page for copyright information. Authors and poets submitting original materials to this journal retain all rights to their original work, except those rights specifically assigned in writing to Solo Publications including the right to publish the submitted work in The Central California Poetry Journal. The poems on this page are copyrighted by the author.