after midnight
mountains become wine
poured dark to our mouths
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walking the wet grass
I dream,
bats soundless unseen
befriending
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hickories & oaks,
astronomers who chart
expanding night
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a dog a ways away
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geese
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night, for the pensive
who watch
dark sky & dark water
hold each other
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night, dark sky
in your warm hand
Toxaway, NC
–Fire: Ash Wednesday to Pentecost
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