Monday, February 19, 2024

With A Lure

Pull the drapes.
Night’s on the floor.
You don’t need any more.

Look at it.
Like an anglerfish
Flattened in lamplight.

Night in a room
With the lights on
May be out of its depth,

But it’s there.
It’s there in the light.
In all lights.

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