Goodnight moon

Dave BontaContemplative

white white the ground all snow

moon shining with little violence

in every motion she seemed still

goodnight to my chamber and all my books

my name is a job I wanted done

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 23 December 1666.

Dave Bonta

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the all snow

goodnight to my

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