This poem is taken from Stand 232, 19(4) January - March 2022.

Joan Anim-Addo Two Poems
I Might Have Howled at the Moon

Over Carriacou, a pale crescent stalked me.
Tiredness wrung me out; I had traveled already
Two days and nights, stopping first at Barbados.

In Grenada I watched her nightly fattening
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