Blue
when the moon is full
and the night
is cold
and the trees
all but shadows
i walk on the bridge
and stand
by its side
i am a shadow too
lurking
i see this shadow
on the raging river
below
shall i loosen
my grip
on the railing
of this bridge
full moon?
poem by Antonio Liao
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