Without Night

Cherry CoombeMarch 26, 2021March 26, 2021Uncategorized

Every window, garden,
ornamented, lit,
all night;
the safe obsessed insist that dusk emit a smote,
pupils prick-pin tight
fight, deny dilation’s moons’ deep pools,

retreat in fright.

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