The Midnight Sun

written for Twiglet #322 “you wear black”

your dress
is the silence
like water
that fills my ears

you wear black
long as blindness
not silky with stars
but matt and patched
as the old man’s
tweed tam-o'-shanter

I stare 
open to nothing
and you wield
that great cloud
the trailing skirt 
of the midnight sun

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