Today's poem is by Beth Copeland

Thumbnail Moon

On the drive home
tonight, pared to the least

light of morning’s leavings,
the moon, the blue, my breath

spread so thin that nothing’s
left but this crone’s

clipped nail, this bone
white emptiness.

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