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Hugh Scott-Symonds
Missouri Twilight
Gil Pettigrew
The night is still. Still and blood warm. The moon: Full in an India ink sky, a great lidless eye. Shinning like foxfire. Blind. Stars blink-are fireflies. Fireflies blink-are dying embers. The voice of the nighthawk (Chordeiles minor) splits the black like a buzz saw. Moths condense around streetlights. Conoceophalus crickets cry from long grass, from bushes. From goldenrod. There is the occasional breath of honeysuckle.
Gil Pettigrew
The night is still. Still and blood warm. The moon: Full in an India ink sky, a great lidless eye. Shinning like foxfire. Blind. Stars blink-are fireflies. Fireflies blink-are dying embers. The voice of the nighthawk (Chordeiles minor) splits the black like a buzz saw. Moths condense around streetlights. Conoceophalus crickets cry from long grass, from bushes. From goldenrod. There is the occasional breath of honeysuckle.