July 4th, 2025
Layers
Of branches and leaf
A see-through roof
In the trees
I lay
The voice of an angel
Shining through the fireworks' blare and whistle of crickets
The warmth of her weight
I look into the shadows
And they look back at me
An acknowledgement
Away from my eyes
The moon says hello
A gentle light
A gift bestowed
Inseparable from its absence;
I see it on the walls
A comforting blanket for the obscured
The aroma of cedar
sways in my breath
Lulling me to the beat of the present
And only as I wake do I begin to dream
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