*
some nights
I soothe restlessness
vacating the house
for a brisk walk
until steps get
few and slower
I may stargaze
or understand at once
those leaves shaking
in the dark torpor
I may turn to catch
the light patter of
my shadow born
under the moon
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
*
some nights
I soothe restlessness
vacating the house
for a brisk walk
until steps get
few and slower
I may stargaze
or understand at once
those leaves shaking
in the dark torpor
I may turn to catch
the light patter of
my shadow born
under the moon
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This poem belongs to the collection of the California Notebooks 01
