For today’s prompt, write a night poem. Vampires and werewolves? Cool. Clubbing and saloons? You got it. Lovers together alone? Right. Ex-lovers alone on their own? Sure thing. You figure out your night poem–and, yes, (k)night poems are fine too.
ugh. have seriously six minutes again. already behind. tried to write a night poem last night in my sleep...
gone.
Camera - Night Sensor
I can take pictures now in the dark, or try.
The image still misses the three degree value difference between the shifting privet tree night shadow
and the stucco wall or its surface - suburban moon dust sparkle
The skytrees and phonelines line up under the wedge moon and make
as much sense as they can as place, home, context, frame
wanting clearly like I do
- if they can want -
to
blur to not
wake for awhile
as always
to not ever be captured
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