Last night I walked in the dark.
My headlamp doused a pale orb of light from my temple over the silver fog
that moved like a river on either side of me.
I listened to crickets and distant barks and snapping branches.
Every time I turned towards the woods or black fields, pairs of glowing green eyes stared back
(striking a lightning bolt through my spine like a spark to a match) and I pondered how being surrounded in
the dark is often less noticed than being alone in the dark,
which has been written about for decades and
by now, silk threads are tying stars away
and we are left to decide what to see.
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