The moon takes forever to crest above the ground
Because the night never ends.
Now I put entropy away in a drawer,
Along with a neat little drawing.
And as the night draws down it explains,
Pushes down, falls apart,
Ages like dark gold and a ways apart.
My daughter alights on the couch,
Her face shines out through the fields--
This is the evening I give to her
And the dark drafts bear it away.
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