the sound of a bat
taking a drink
Tag: night
moonlit forest
the giant
my father was
insomnia moon
an old face mask
in my coat pocket
a screech owl’s descending quaver
I forget who I am
heat lightning
the meadow’s whisper
of crickets
on a path
swallowed by forest
horned moon
Four months away
even the full moon isn’t
where I left it