The Cold Night

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The Cold Night

It is cold. The white moon

is up among her scattered stars⁠—

like the bare thighs of

the Police Sergeant’s wife⁠—among

her five children⁠ ⁠…

No answer. Pale shadows lie upon

the frosted grass. One answer:

It is midnight, it is still

and it is cold⁠ ⁠… !

White thighs of the sky! a

new answer out of the depths of

my male belly: In April⁠ ⁠…

In April I shall see again⁠—In April!

the round and perfect thighs

of the Police Sergeant’s wife

perfect still after many babies.

Oya!