Night Light
Sign of the night when the lights emergeTrading day shadow for white diode blush;
Even in the stillness the dill head bobs,
Dancing to a felt but unheard tune.
I'm going to stand toe to blade at concrete's edge
Where the yard lies invisible beyond the gazebo
Memory like a breeze under the humidity,
Lifting nothing but hairs at your ankles and wrist.
Dive into the past with the drop of an eyelid,
Bend of the neck. The day has left its dark square
To be buffed by the night lights and the moths.
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