calling

calling

the stars are
young voices
in a park
deep into the
stone-washed
blue of evening
the moon atop
that sky
a ferris wheel
drawing them in,
cloud toward
the silver wood
and glades
of sea

i walk in
the glad
frost
of their
voices

falling.

july 2012
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