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.