Tonight a full moon shines bright and the tides rise highAs high as ever they did this last terrible winter past, flooding
Only to ebb low.
Tonight a cacophony of honks heralds a first flight of geese
A ragged arrow arcing west, wings whir-whirring which
Only I hear.
Tonight yet again I will lie my head down
On a single pillow, under sheets air cooled,
Only one alone.
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