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Night Story

Author: 
Lee Harwood

The house is quiet       empty

Nervously I await your coming - or not coming? -

through this night

 

A mystery - not taken for granted

 

Like a folk story   a children’s story

“Over the hills at night she came

through the dark through the storm

past the crashing shore

along the wind-battered cliffs”

 

but real

 

Sometimes the words don’t come

There are no words for such times    this

 

the house is neat for your arrival

 

our kiss and touching

beyond words

 

From The Yellow Crane No 10 (Summer 1997)