NIGHT SONG

We carried the star home

Scattered like

Snowflakes on the

Dark velvet of

Our shoulders,

Smelling faintly

Of dew

And orange peel.

 

Sandy Cosgrave (Dec.’16). Editor’s Note:  Recently three poems by a deceased Ninepatcher, Sandy Cosgrave came to me. This is one.

 

 

 

Sandy in 1999

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