night darkens

​m​ilk moon,
cat eye stars

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Then

It never was the purpose of the night
yet needle scratched, as birdsong woke up dawn,
and sent us back to sleep until dusk

We ​ate what found, sometimes stale soda bread
for toast, with thick butter and drizzled honey,
the fridge could hold surprises on a Tuesday.

Somewhere our song is painted on a kitchen wall

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