under the pass
where the river bends
to the north
I stand to think
before long sitting on
the jagged shore
willows hang low
where at dusk
dance in the grass
finally free in the
long, cool shadows
a moment’s grace
at the end of
the heavy heat of
another summer day
Oh Moon,
your silver face
bent close to see,
reflected in the tiny waves
and ripples below
even the stone,
firmly resting in the riverbed
bows to the flowing water
carrying you, the light
and the night with it
this is where
I breathe
like leaves
to catch the dew


Leigh-Anne Tyson


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