Day 483: The Moon and Me
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tonight,
we lit candles
in a quiet house
and rested
in
abnormalcy.
this is how i grew up.
in silent sanctuaries
that don’t belong to me;
i’m just a tenant
on the land.
but i care for the details
and i draw the shades
and i keep it well
and i dress in spades
when i cook a still dinner
that only i taste
and savor every drop of broth
and lay aside the haste,
that we should
bask,
lovingly,
on mild nights,
the moon
and me.
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