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It is dark now
a cloud benumbed moon
grieves for memory lost
the distraught wind
stalks between high grasses
seeking its youth
owls roost, soft feathered
in darkened poplars
creatures unseen
move inevitably
to their nightly fate
insects buzz and hum
demented dervish dirges
of those soon doomed
while the tide runs out
whispering secrets
to the reed-bound shore
of a lonely darkened estuary
awake in star crazed darkness
embracing eternity
(Published in Voices Israel Anthology 2009)
copyright 2009
Tom
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