Here
by Barbara Kelsey

Here is where my life
slipped through the cold night's
covers, turning black
over black, folding the moon
with dark petals.
Rain melted into the sea's furrows,
water on water
riding easily across the
bay silvered by moving shadows.
The stars came and went,
dangling their lights
into the mist's transparency
the shore had lain deserted.
The long sleep unsuffering came
with the same dreams making their own
shades of sadness.

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