Transmission
       

From the darkness and the fireflies, he calls me
maples, unguided, night walker

pulling night from clear blue day to that heavy blue
when there's still a little light in the sky
and the trees are dark against it

I am hiding in those trees
on a branch in the sway with the wind
not holding on so much as balancing
he calls me the night traveler
the angel breather
he calls me the one who has not come home

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from Space/Gap/Interval/Distance
Sixteen River Press
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