In the DarkHarold Bowes
on the yellow bike
tires turn gathering darkness
a dark layer of sand below the white
white mist
at the end of the street a silver moon in a silver cloud
birds, flecks of black, dive among stars
in the bedroom
a smooth face in the dark window
a shadow crosses the floor darker at the door hinge
in the hallway
a fan of light unfolds on the dark wainscoting.
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