Burn's End
The unconscious glitter in branches draws out
The partial moon after dark;
She comes to grips on its side—
Her other night, inspired.
The partial moon after dark—
Staring at the water moor,
Her other night, inspired—
As a feather lights a match to flames.
Staring at the water moor,
She comes to grips on its side;
As a feather lights a match to flames
The unconscious glitter in branches draws out.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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