Gopher’s door-knocker

Ran without streetlights and fell in the hole
address:
Where Shoulder Blades Touch the Ground, Under the Spruce Bough

Tried to find the tree silhouette somewhere past the pink nosy mountain
disoriented:
sequined black sky-mask sewn shut by pine needle and pitch

Gave thanks for porchlights and celestial neighbors’
hospitality:
because in full moons guests don’t drop as unexpectedly

-A.J.M.

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