The supermoon was rising with <br />a great aplomb to shame the stars. <br /> <br />At night the buttercups wage a war. <br />Come unpretending, as you, not him, - <br /> <br />on the lake, becoming a stranger to <br />yourself. There ia an endless nocturnal confession. <br /> <br />Do you know the poison tree blooms, <br />when the golden eagle rises to take a dive <br /> <br />on the row of funerals.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-river/
