Maple trees on both sides of Nineteenth Street
closed down the evening sky.
In a slight uncovered slice a single star
was made to burn the brighter
by this focusing framework.
I wonder, were your drapes drawn not quite tight
to burn your beauty on the night?
Copyright © Bill Keen | Year Posted 2019
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