quiet things
momma at night
is a quiet thing
in her room reading scriptures
and closing her eyes
and the empty house
is a quiet thing
not even asleep
just vacant as
shoes in half light
on the clean wooden floor
the city at 3 am
is a quiet thing
rotating the meaning of the moon
the message less stars
accruing in the scheduled
squares of night sky
and me tonight
one eye closed and gold
a quiet faceless thing
ferried in the slow stars
among other moonlit stones
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