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Entangled with a moon

Constant through the window

Half open, with February breeze

slick tyres humming the twilight oil

soft flesh of summer arms

billow crisp sheets of cicadas

Kookaburras rupture dusk, American voices on TV

At rest, moonlight swallows me


Clare L Rolfe © 2023






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