Night

Mother turns cold as the light rotates Revealing a dome of shining eyes Moon crescent glisten, as I listen Nachtmusic now turned on: Crickets' overture City car whispers on highway 99 Leaves hush Frogs open doors As watches tick in pronation Mother tilts Her face in divine rotation Muted light Pulling from above Stardust in my bodily glove Gives me reason to believe We are all astronauts

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