Woven
woven flares on dusk
rolled out plaid,
a blanket with little rough
whisky and wine
glasses empty beside
in clearing free of brush
witness the flying
moon, waning cresent
dim lit vale illumines
two souls woven
as the stars above
slowly luster fades
into fluttering dreams
4/16/23 – Andy McRae
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