Here's a new one for C&C. Any feedback welcome. The circumstances of writing
this were quite unusual, for me, but I won't say any more about that yet so
as not to influence responses.
Thanks,
Matt
Hacienda Cusin
Night was falling
fast. Improbable mountains
answered the babbling valley,
silvered cloud crowns
tumbled down like sleep.
In the courtyard,
the air heady with wood-smoke,
promise and memory,
trees strung with snatches
of half-remembered songs.
And outside on the path,
moths reached for kerosene stars,
fireflies desperate to start something
sparked and fell, to flare or fail
on hearts like tinder.
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