here it is when
once late into
night alone showers
the dark room
wraps warm
blanket around
through glass
the mind recalls
night owl hooting
while puddles
again reflect light
shadows dance
amongst themselves
crickets sing
bringing thoughts
from eastern skies
our Walnut Mountain
your hand in mine
with Orion’s belt
stretched out
across the lawn.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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