Sunday, April 17, 2011

Night swim

Late spring, the small gnats are swirling
like fairy dust above the grass, and woven
limbs on a blanket, while faces drink the sky,
each other, in alternating minutes. Darkness
will land too soon, even if the moon's
a reprieve from the relentless night, a pool
the lovers dive into, swimming side by side,
searching for a new shore.

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