by Sherri Koehler | Nov 8, 2025 | Poetry
Baskingby Martha Postlethwaite The moon, some say,has such pull that the oceanscan’t resist.But on this late autumn day,it is the sunthat draws meacross the room. I leave my deskand its pileand go.All morning I sit in the panel of lightthat fallson the far endof...
