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After Dinner

Walking the winding 
path through dark Swiss 
hills stars sprinkled 

it’s late, not too late 
hugely glowing moon 
illuminating mountain 

edge her shoulder beginning 
where my shoulder… 

my thoughts beginning 
where her thoughts… 

the quiet of the night is the quiet 
of things existing 
simply I am quiet I breathe 

deep listen to the river let 
sweet night nestle 
the cavernous ache 

slow I walk with eyes 
closed hands out 
heart wide valley quiver 

This poem was published by SUSAN / The Journal.