imagine a quarter moon strung
between two nodding palm trees
shadows spreading like spilled ink
while bats whirl like gusted leaves
brittle shrubs strewn over
dunes and endless plains
with lumps of boulders
sheared from plain brown mountains
you must adjust
the expectations of your eyes
the filters of your ears
to appreciate it here
a place where
the wind likes to talk
though it is silence that
opens the sky
to stars you’ve never seen
so animated
so alive
so talkative
so beautiful
in their dying
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