the sky hummed
with electric blue and
orange burning as the
sun slipped behind the trees
and all was unearthly quiet
except for the humming –
could everyone hear it –
of the full moon revealing herself,
a pale face from behind
a veil, suddenly there.
photo by Lisa Paul
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De Jackson asks us to write a Quadrille with some form of the word “hum” in the poem.
