Night (A poem)

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Night


The vast silent weight

of limitless indigo sky

weighs on my ears
like relentless waves
on a broken furrowed field.


The grass, seared
to sisal by the blasts of July,
crackles under my feet.

I am but dust in the cosmos

under a bulbous pearl of moon.

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