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Born Again
by Roy Bearden-White
Somewhere between yesterday and the mailbox
the crescent moonlight glints on the wet
driveway just beyond my reach. Beside the lilac
bush the expanse of night surrounds me, swallows
me whole. Transmuted into shadow, I am silence.
Eyes closed, fingertips brush the warm night
air as I push off from the ground. I hover
on the click of crickets and slowly pirouette
towards the dawn. Then, with a velvet
crescendo, I bow and fly off to the west,
into the moon’s light.
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Moon by Amy Bouse
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