The night whenever possible

Between the Chagall and heaving breasts

were words about the moon,

replete with sparkly imagery and

notions of green hidden behind

summer shadows.

From just inside the door, I could see

both gauzey clouds over the hills

and shellacked parquet in the hall

and oh I wanted to dance…

It’s not a matter of choosing

but trying a little of everything

and blending with night when possible.


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