Last night
the moon got caught
In branches
of the cedars
And could
not move across the sky.
I held my
breath with envy
Wanting to
be held
In other
ways.
Water lapped
against my chin
With love
warm as tears.
Swallows cross-hatched
deep above
In random
patterns of aloof.
Summer
coursed through my soul.
Time tilted
on its axis,
Whispered in
my ear.
I turned my
head and went to sleep
On fragile
feathered dreams.
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