(into the dark)


so we go on
fumbling down
the trail
in the dark
our hands fall
on rough bark
and we look up
beyond the dark leaves
somewhere
above the trees
the moon flows quietly
unseen behind clouds

(from Sonnet, a Renga, 2011-2012)

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