The Night Of

I’ve had some experience,

sitting on a stack of old fences,

nursing vodka in the dark,

cancelling the next day,

collapsing a star in my mind.

 

The bark and sap of pine trees

routing rain to the ground beneath me,

sentinels for my roving eyes—

the only visible architecture in the dark,

before I stumble to bed.

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