Making The Night

We hung the moon up

The strings were hard to tie

Like the first time tying shoe laces

It’s hard to get right.

The glitter of the stars

It comes off in our hands

Falling into the night

It vanishes in thin air.

The blackness of the night,

Dipped in the color of deep dark blue,

Drips to the ground

Creating a pool.

These are the things and ways

Of our makeshift night.

Think of it as your own

As you lay under it tonight.

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