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A poem in the dark

 

Can I write a poem in the dark?

What would it look like in the light?

Riding alone on cheerleader road

I can almost see the stars through the haze

Almost hear the rocket ship roar

But hear instead frogs calling for mates

A distant dog’s bark from across a field

Geckos scolding mosquitoes darting  

Bats finding their target by echo

But I am up the broken path

Near an old freshwater gully

Only a lit backyard window to guide

On this traitorous moonless night

Riding a reckless bike

With no constellation in sight

Not a spark to ignite

 

May 6, 2021

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