Called

Crescent_moon

On account of darkness,
called:

The ball game on the unlit field;
the interminable argument.
The migration of hummingbirds;
the crescent moon, incrementally.

Dusk.

The hope for something better;
the search for survivors.

The ovulation of hens.
The play of long-ago children.

The open throats of morning glories;
the songs of wrens, of larks, of cardinals.
Of robins, finally.

The tenuous rule of law.

The slumber of gerbils and raccoons,
of woodcocks and hermit crabs.

Who we were;
our certainty.

Your name.

Darkness

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One comment

  1. seems darker
    than i remember,
    myself 😦

    Like

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