Here in the North
we turn toward deeper
darkness. Tonight's thin moon
hides itself in clouds
withholding snow. Our stars
are curtained. No light falls
on my skin. It does not
touch me. I cannot
feel it. I lie alone
on this high, hard bed.
Night follows night.
I watch for the moon
out these frosted windows,
listen to the silence
of winter. Trains pass by,
their rattling wheels, their
mournful call, taking someone
somewhere. Where are you?
Do you see this moon
in your strange sky?
Can you name the stars?
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~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
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