Arise


Behind his fence,

the neighbor’s dog shares his truth with the moon 

and so I close my eyes 

to dream of a world 

where 

even in the mist of walls we build

we can still 

see one another’s eyes through knotholes

and feel our breaths blow gentle feathers 

together

as our voices rise to kiss the moon

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