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Poem by Leah Mueller

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Waning


The full moon

gasps its last,

then shrinks


like a fading

black and white

television screen,


incandescent circle

growing ever smaller,


until the sky

swallows it whole.

 

Leah Mueller's work is published or upcoming in Rattle, Midway Journal, NonBinary Review, Citron Review, The Spectacle, Miracle Monocle, Outlook Springs, Atticus Review, Your Impossible Voice, etc. Her flash piece, "Land of Eternal Thirst" will appear in the 2022 edition of Sonder Press' "Best Small Fictions" anthology. Visit her website at www.leahmueller.org.


 
 
 

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