Full Moon, Black Night
Solemn moon held between two hills,
mounds of deep blue turned black by night.
Along the ridge a cavalry in silhouette
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spruce, pine. Moon fixed in relief
against a sky greyed with stripes.
Lone star, grip of heaven.
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Julia Campbell Johnson received an MFA in creative writing from American University. Her poems have appeared in Southern Poetry Review, Poet Lore and Potomac Review, among others. Her chapbook, The Tea of the Unforeseen Berry, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2008. She is a Fellow of the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts.
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