APAD 2

Even without Strangers

Do not approach the night like a lover.

The night, like any unknown city, is

capricious to the best and worse

Its politics are full of darkness and swirling

winds as the rain applauds its validity.

Even without strangers the night is

not pretending to be anyone’s family..

There is a rough rumble of thunder and the life

of night is split for a moment by lightning

revealing how much you may never see.

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