Night Life Poem by borgjie distura

Night Life



The streetlights hum 
dark syllables as 
do the trees and 
the kitchen windows.   
Even the moon in 
it's way makes words 
relying on the cat 
to sound them.   The park
takes a deep breath.  Stars rise
like sparks from a fire 
below the horizon.

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borgjie distura

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Rizal, Pontevedra, Capiz
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