Where are you tonight
this first glimpse of
spring? The night all
balmy, the moon full-
Jupiter sparking up
beside it, a cloudless
sky ablaze, bathed
in its glow;
the air, sweet scented
and light, sponge- cake
and springy, I want
to walk to the water
to wake the swans,
take to the swings;
to growl, to howl-for you to
slither into me;
but it is late
or early in the morning,
and no longer safe
to roam alone
and you are somewhere
between tomorrow and
yesterday; as far away as
moonbeams.
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