Amends

Amends Nights like this: on the cold apple-bough a white star, then another exploding out of the bark: on the ground, moonlight picking at small stones

as it picks at greater stones as it rises with the surf laying its cheeks for moments on the sand as it licks the broken ledge, as it flows up the cliffs, as it flicks across the tracks

as it unavailing pours into gash of the sand-and-gravel quarry as it leans across the hungered fuselage of the crop dusting plane

as it soaks through cracks into trailers tremulous wit sleep as it dwells upon the eyelids of sleepers as if to make amends.

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