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night walk

night walk: hours diverge as I walk exhausted down twinkling evanston streets listening to God’s shimmering sounds. nature rings a silent bell and in street light i catch a shadow of a bird, listening in reverence to the wind’s long sounds. moon’s blue craters in darkest dark. random papers slide across the curb. silver and blueberry stained glass. dry autumn moon. 9/21/1995, Evanston, IL 9/23/2016, Chicago

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Date: 9/23/2020 4:04:00 PM
Hello Ricj Davis, This is very spiritual. I like this poem. enjoy your evening my friend.
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