Sunday, November 29, 2020

Through the night (Day 1410)


you   with a shrug

unfamiliar until now

thin as kite tails

a wink   say never

straining to hear 

centuries of paradise   

ears trained on every hour   

wondering at the music 

of rain falling 

through the night

like stars    

like a scattering — 

half-remembered notes

from a nearly-forgotten song


(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

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