owls hoot,
refrains float
in the dark—
between mates,
I am here, are you?
their calls meld time
into timeless
accompany moonrise,
consort with those
who attend—
conversations that
soften the night

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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