Nine Things


It’s night
And a numbered beauty
Lapses at the wind,
Chortles with the
Branches of a tree,

giggles,

Plays shadow dance
With a dead kite,
Cajoles affection
From falling leaves,
And knows four
Other things.
One is the color
Of your hair.


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Nine Things