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Nightfall

The crumpled steel

guarded movement

its offering, dead

bells on felt

squares

walk your

body around its

outline, in some

distress and rust

you got it right

*

see through-

enter off

the sides

no edge left

unturned, blurred

in point of fact

a soft glow beckons

before we are barred

from the lights

the way we like

*

any number of ways

to squeeze a brushed

defenseless box

meaning mind pouring

holes down through

the top reinforcing

its phantom

dust coated tongues

of grey green plants

open prairie

*

I would like it better

strolling each side alone

iron grips

the long and dark

long and bright

divided

from Poetry Northwest 13.1 Summer & Fall 2018More by Cedar Sigo from the library

Copyright © Cedar Sigo
Used with the permission of the author
on behalf of Poetry Northwest.

Published in Cedar Sigo Poems

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