MOON SILVER

A low moon, smiling full,

casts silver blankets over my

backyard. Darkness swells into

corners where sounds dissolve

into a flat silence.

A lone shirt on a clothesline

with arms walking, imitates a dancing

life; breezes fill the yard like children

playing.

The window prints my nose cold.

My bed refreshes me with its warmth.

Moon silver licks the wall next to me;

covers crawl to my neck

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