The Night Seems

The night seems

a small black hand,

knuckled with the soft shapes

of trees.

 

In the quiet –

listen –

the sweeping trail

of a tender hand,

and the wheeling tumble

of bats

spilling into our sky

like a child’s jacks

onto a starry table.

 

Kevin Clark

 

 

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