FOR THE NIGHT Poem by Michael Dickman
FOR THE NIGHT
The mare kicks
in her darkening stall, knocks
over a bucket.
The goose…
The cow keeps a peaceful brain
behind her broad face.
Last light moves
through cracks in the wall,
over bales of hay.
And the bat lets
go of the rafters, falls
into black air.
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4/29/2024 8:39:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Michael, such a good poem👍👍👍