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October 25, 2024

Little Moons




as silliness passed into gloominess
I don’t laugh much anymore

I’ve seen it all before 

it just isn’t there

the bright morning sunshine 

now obtuse shadows of darkness 

the peace yet uneasiness of silence

cracking and groaning of old house 

with ancient communiqués

none of which are noteworthy 

glowing of lights in the distance 

small lights in the kitchen

refrigerator humming and cracking

a softly ticking clock

counting the time passed, the time remaining 

supersonic 

a radio from somewhere 

murmuring not understood

car passing, water splashing 

from moon filled puddles

little moons scattered about 

the steamy old road