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Isolation I

Isolation I

It’s one of those mornings
The blue dragon moon has passed
Lost in the rising mists
Summer fog horns pulse

In the grey landscape
Muffled but insistent
Counterpoint to a barking dog
Crying out in isolation

Our summers are not filled with fireflies
Soft warm textures lost
Amid hoodies and wrapped scarves
Full moon hidden behind fog banks

The clammy air insulates against
Wild fires that ravage
Outside the borders of the bay
A fine cool isolation

A third stanza of summer nights
Waits patiently with its offerings
Will the days warm now
Indian summer promises fulfilled

In humid silken darkness
Women with bare arms
Lost amid the clatter of late night meals
Camaraderie to end isolation

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