dog black
a silhouette
on the horizon
sunlight unfolds
every new leaf
pulls a sumac
sprout through
four inches of asphalt
a red light stops a chain
of fast-moving cars
at an intersection
light you spend
all day every day
at the end of the tunnel
nine missing miners
on the windowsill
nine candles
widow’s walk
a lantern for
a late boat
the moon
is your proxy
interrogating
the night sky
you can make
mud shine
any student
of the stars
knows the sky
can be any color
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