A supermoon
the baby owls whinnied in the trees.
foals.
exhausted,
i reached into bed.
i held onto your fear. a commitment.
i sheltered your imagination and
considered what i knew to be true.
i hoped for a train to scream
from the other side of the greenbelt.
like a lap steel. night sounds.
you pulled me close,
feel.
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