There was a silence unbroken

when midnight had passed.

The street, the town, all quiet like

a rock.  Above, a black horizon

dotted with unnamed galaxies.

I point out the stars with my finger

as I surrender a warm breath into

a cool evening; it fades slowly while

joining dark fathoms.  My steps draw

a line to home.  I calmly accept the

usual path, anticipating home just

ahead.  Boughs of pines sway lightly

overhead.  A paper Mache moon

watches me.


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