Deep down

It’s so dark, it’s hard to tell
if it’s dew or crying
pooling before daybreak.
I’ve always liked this time,
the time without definition.
When shadow may be
a hug or a last look back.
An ache may be from
wishing or from squeezing
a wish inside a fist, a trap
we can fall into just before
we get wise and let go.
It’s quiet but with a soft wisp
of leaves and nightbirds
rustling to share a song
that may be love or indigestion.


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