late sun …
horses graze in the mouths
of their shadows
moth ins and outs the air …
slows the world
a little
a coloured rind
ripens around the moon …
a lie penetrates space
binoculars formed of fingers …
the deep sky
now strangely intimate
ancient starlight …
my fifty-four years are mocked
by your bright death
with owls for rags …
who wipes away
the night?
the weight
of weightlessness … moonlight
on the black cat
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John W
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