On such a night looking up, the eyes are well fed.
On such a night, looking down in the cracks, verbs lurk.
Is it any surprise your grandmother said, "The moon is night's center. Beware, she shape-shifts."
Who can say where the noblest feeling lives? One night of lightning makes the house feel right Fear being a way of escaping, an energy of its own I think of early summer days in Worthington running from room to room in the old and crazy house No one found the treasures that night No one looked in the attic
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ReplyDeleteWho can say where the noblest feeling lives?
One night of lightning makes the house feel right
Fear being a way of escaping, an energy of its own
I think of early summer days in Worthington
running from room to room in the old and crazy house
No one found the treasures that night
No one looked in the attic