2003 Poetry

I have seen the stars

In their best hues

The moon looks

At me with reverent

Bowing as I raise my hands

Leaves tremble even

In the absence of the wind

In the stale of umbra--I lurk,

but I refuse to be seen

my breath is the fragrant

of the night as when

the clock ticks by midnight

hear a wolf’s cry

tomorrow--early dawn

hear the news

another name is missing

faceless body will be seen

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written 9/15/03

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