As I first step outside. The rain is holding
Just barely off; the slightest breeze will crack it
Out of the clouds. The moonlight is unfolding
Into the yard, made eerie in its beams
As if the squirrels were fey, the trees were deeper
And wrapped you in the substance of their dreams
Unless you were a very wary sleeper.
I pause and do not fully raise my foot,
Turning inside again. I will not go
While dark clouds hover high like soot
Waiting to be swept. I think I know
Better than that. I will just wait
Until the weird recedes, though it is late.
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