Saturday, September 13

Council Measures

then the streetlights around
my mother’s house are
at eleven o’clock
turned off and stowed
away so carefully by the local
government,
and chance this is the moon’s
to shine over us all its
saintly white apparition of
thistle fingers peck framed by
stars and ways, a
thin film of light so hallowed;
but all are of us in bed,
none to see the
not stirring but thankful land
be lit and finally put out
bluely but faintly purring.

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