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On a Night Like This
55 Words
On a night when the full
moon slices through cloud
cover, gilds maple leaves—
On a night when the breath
of wind whispers empty
promises, feigns delight, deceives—
On that night we stand in dark-
ness, waiting to dispel the chill
that came between us.
On a night like that, Sun
dawdles, lingers to the East.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night–a delayed response to Sam’s prompt last Thursday for a 55 word poem. The extreme cold is nonfiction (-4 degrees F early morning) but the scenario is fiction. The pub opens in about 45 minutes. (12:00 PM EST) Come on in and warm up…or if you’re in the Southern Hemisphere, chill out! Poetry and community abounds.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 