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Moonlight Visits at Midnight

Windows, uncurtained,
allow the outside
access to my space

and the inner and
outer worlds coexist
peacefully most nights.

But this night, light,
like 1000 candles,
like the Ghost of

Christmas Present,
diffuse but bright,
bubbles across

the bathroom
and spills into
the bedroom

washing the marble
in cool silver
and turning the dark

into magic. The moon
pours its light
into my room

in a phosphorescent
rush and reminds
me there is such

a thing as love.

Posted 11/15/11
First appeared at Eudaimonia Poetry Review, Winter 2011.
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