Night Watch
Dark trees on the dark street stand still:
duty bound mute guards
between heaven’s stars and
solid earth,
locked, secret,
with no voice to me
as we walk on the black road,
not talking.
Copyright © Jeanette Swan | Year Posted 2024
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