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NIGHTFALL
NIGHTFALL
Some like to see the nightfall like a
Blanket instead of seeing it sucked
Behind the mountains with the sun.
In the winter as we lie under goose wing
Down, the night falls with a thud and
The night criers call out in pain for light.
Cattails sway like a metronome to the
Rhythmic tides of the moon but no one pays
Attention except for the night singers.
Peat bog man comes out of the swamp
Wearring an orange day glow suit and he
Is noticed for the first time in history.
Shots in the dark, bumps in the night; things
No one ever heard or seen. It is always night
At ocean’s bottom and in the dregs of our soul.
