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NTU Creative Writing Competition


Nov 16, 2018 | Creative Writing

The moon is a streetlight; you lean into its stem.
God is a gardener; she welds the soft veins apart.
This pavement is a boneyard; I found the river here.
That bed is empty; a bird picks through the stones.
A stone bench rests. A man rests on it. A moth rests,
its gentle wings unmoving, up there on the moon.