He was like the night


he was like the night
beginning and ending
with complete perfection
with no detection
of any repose
like the summer rain
that doesn’t know
the relief it brings
in and out of transparent
things
the sun
hides
waiting to rise
after he
and the night
are through
she
remembers
the hazy dance
and rides
the
transparent
transformation
into
day


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