At Night
A stranger that I know
lies deeply in leafy mold.
We speak by mumbles in opportune nights.
He is always looking away
to some precious mystery
but I can't follow his eye.
He surprises me in many ways-
pulling those strings,
a pretense of wings,
unknowable things.
Copyright © Lee Dunn | Year Posted 2021
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