Category: night
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haiku of the moon
moon shines just as bright when sun obscures dark of night stars still twinkle, too
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Believing
believing that somehow if you could get just a little closer, you could bring the universe into better focus you stood on your deck and stared up at the stars 6-27-22
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the drowning
On the night of her death She happily chased The moon into the sea Embraced light dancing in the surf Body shrouded in seaweed Waiting for the moon to save her 7-13-22
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night sounds
I am a thought of the green frog that hides in a tree in our front yard calling out come find me 8-7-22
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Tanka for a hot summer night
sitting on the porch frogs call cadence in the dark possum waddles by neighbor’s grey cat cuts through yard late summer firefly ignites 8-7-22
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The grocery store is always open
In the magic hour between possum waddle and coyote strut raccoons feast on food left out for feral cats skulking along the fence line, Fourth of July fireworks two nights before fall equinox could be mistaken for gunfire, but sirens and blue lights do not arrive You push the trash can to the street and…
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Night’s curtain
at night you write poems with ink of light etching ancient truths on night’s curtain the white hot pen does not sear your fingers in the morning words melt away in sunlight you try to remember what is written a bright stylus pressing against the night your only memory 8-9-25
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Moonscapes
“We are the space between the fish and the moon.” Rumi Some nights, the moon lights my way through the dark, but when it wanes it becomes a sword to wage war with the world Other nights, it’s a child pulling at a mother’s heart or just a rock broken from a bigger rock and…
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Faraway somewhere
4 am, half awake, deep-throated, distant fire truck siren wails. Its angry horn bellows, lookout! Complains again at another intersection. Ambulances and police cars sing harmony. Racing towards Hopkins on Garners Ferry Road, they do not turn into our neighborhood. In a faraway somewhere a family is in distress. Happy they did not stop at…
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Crescent moon
you waited for a full moon to be inspired unaware the moon is resting in the shade there is no better time than now 4-11-25
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