A Wink Toward the Pin-Prick Lights

on July 6, 2016 in Poetry

A wink toward the pin-prick lights
Hanging in the dark
A self convincing nearness
A finger’s breadth apart

The silver light that paints the grass
Is shadowed by my hand
A comforting delusion
This galaxy of span

But when winking turns to blinking
That nearness then retreats
And from the flares of midnight
I can feel no heat

(Included in a letter to L.W. 5 July 2016)

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