A Pleiades Poem*
with a wink and a nod to AG
Money sleeps with poetry
Mean dogs sit, roll, belly up
Mountains sigh, climb obstacles
Massive waves rise, break over
Manhattan – anxiety
Mirrored in each crashing swell
Midnight musing – on itself.
*The Pleiades Poem, in honor of the 7 Sisters of Greek myth, is composed of 7 lines of 7 syllables each. The one-word title and each line begins with the same letter.
All the Snooze That's Fit to Print 