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Mother Night
by
Donald Mason
Heat lightning
Too distant for thunder
Slowly but surely brings
The spell that I'm under
Slowly creeps up like the leaves on the forest floor
Pine branches
Their gnarled fingers seek me
But I'm hidden on the ground
Where they'll never reach me
Lying in wait like the leaves on the forest floor
Milk raindrops
Nurse me from the skies
Mother wraps me in darkness
With the stars in her eyes
Parched brown like the leaves, I nurse on the forest floor
Thunder cracks
That dawn may never break
The milk, too sweet, robs me
Of the breath I'll never take
My aching spirit leaves me lying on the forest floor
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