Night Of Lebh Shomea
by Fran McRedmond


in isolated hermitage
and desert heat
I can’t bear the light

I bathe
then stand naked and wet
in cool darkness

the windows wide
caress of field-fragrance
on damp skin

hear crickets and tree-rustle
watch dark shapes
move against a night sky

grateful for the wind
and golden sparks of fireflies
listening






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