The Prayer of Night
The Prayer of Night
The folded skirt of night presses
deep and dark
hanging low
upon the monk of wind
circling
slow
His freshly shorn head
glows
with each rounding phase
moonbeams
flicker and float
until he dips
to rest upon his knees
in gentle evening breeze
Published: Eunoia Review
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