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Night World
Don Hynes
August 7, 2016
The moon-laid path
glistens on night water
inviting a dance.
Owl calls from the wood,
the splash of a seal.
I think to go within,
conditioned by some long-ago cave,
but the night is still and alive
with the deep peace of silence.
Moon awakens the land.
Trees stand tall in the stars.
I touch their rough bark,
giving myself to place.
Hollow as a reed
the music plays on
haunted until morning.
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