Night shadows lengthen

lighten

going home to dawn ...

and while it changes its robe

I turn a thousand times

to you, beside me.

Beyond our window

fields hold court

with crickets

and weeds simmer

under the blue lid

of three o'clock fog.

Stars grow dim,

pale angels sleeping

in their velvet chamber ...

I hold you with my eyes

knowing you'll soon be gone

and that my watching

won't change things

any more than I could keep night

once the sun has come.

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