The Quiet Places
The days have not come to expect that night would steal in and awaken me
far between the curtains of evening and the gates of dawn.
Streetcar locked into a track, feet stumble me into the living room,
window open, a bright moon waxing gibbous
reminding me I need to attend to the quiet places.
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