Poetry: Passage, with Cale Young Rice

248726_152846704788768_811546_nPassage
Cale Young Rice

A dark sail,
Like a wild-goose wing,
Where the sunset was.
The moon soon will silver its sinewy flight
Thro the night watches,
And the far flight
Of those immortal migrants,
The ever-returning stars.

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