synchronicity

             up the hill
             the road less traveled
             three deer to my right
             still but seemingly calm in my
             bright head light



             a huge orange crescent moon
             hanging in the night



             I wonder who else is up right now
             pen and paper poised to write
             looking up at the morning star
             and putting safely to its bed
             the vivid lofty night
             growing pale and tired
             slowing down
             flushed with pale orange light


             good night.

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