Sunday, August 27, 2017

Night After Night

Night after
night after
night after
night -

I pour myself a dying street light.

Night after
night after
night after
night -

he finds me by death; black against white.

Night after
night after
night after
night -

there's the moan of the moon -

there's night, there's night.

His shadow has the heart
to crawl out of sight -
love lingers on the saddle,
dirt like.

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