A Night’s Light.

When night shuts me in

and shadows are deep

I look to the lights

that blink in the street,

the un-curtained window

a light in the porch,

the wavering beam

from a lone walker’s torch

or the far away hills with

a dusting of stars.

© sweetwater 2023
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