by Martin Mitchell
On the horizon’s seam
a bruising nectarine.
And soon the seedless moon
rising from its cellar.
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Martin Mitchell is the Managing Editor of Poetry Daily and the Programs Manager of The Cheuse Center for International Writers. His poems have appeared in The Threepenny Review, The Raintown Review, and elsewhere. He lives in Alexandria, Virginia.
Image: Lala Azizli
Image description: a small nectarine slice on a white surface.
Psaltery & Lyre 