Each night is really a spirit
a different one each night
each day is really a god
or a different goddess every day
when you step back
the stars look itchy or thirsty
as if they missed them
I made you I made you look up
helping her with her reading
every night or watering the patio
my most honest work
I know I can now
so I know I will
it was only the cat galloping
on the roof at 1 A.M.
woke me
the orange blossoms
knocked me
back out again.
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