by Susan Krauss
Night is quiet
Though crowded
with moments
Swimming past like
Gentle, preoccupied fish
Too elusive to catch as they glide by so smoothly
In shivering tinsel and
greens shy with springness
In crackling summers
and wild orange leavenings
Moments
Moving.
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