we come to the orchard at night —

weaving steps under resting blooms

branches aligning with the dark


we lie naked,

hear nighthawks’

courtship dives

strange hums calling


Shadows upon shadows

our lips, our hands

every part of us

in shadows



One thought on “Nighthawks

  1. And, yes, shadows are only possible with at least a hint of light. So glad to see what time away has given rise to. Somehow that word you used in your comment on my blog — ‘connectivity’ — comes to mind in a deeper, more powerful way.


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