a reel of nights
upon awakening
I was certain I had painted
my face red
I had done it to protect myself
from a devious sun
previously I had danced
inside a triangle
inside a circle
inside a square
I could not see the players
but the guitar & the flute
the snare & the cello
carried on in perfect harmony
one time my father kicked a ball
from the family room through the kitchen
& into the parlor
I was certain I was the ball
sometimes the crescent moon
awakens me at midnight
I am more than happy to comply
concerned how lonely
she must be
june two thousand twenty-four
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