Megan Johnson

Nocturne 1

Unknown to closure the rabid alley
run through. Night & plum in plot.

A lengthened tremble over wine,
a pale percent of past to meet you

weak in tides trickling out. Damp
enough to drop your hand I fear

the sparse fields too soon for winter
& browning singular within you.

Perpetual middle. Makeshift house
swaying from roof in recluse. The cremated

sea bends with box & branch, finds its way
to drain. Most heads held high despite.

Enough liminal love wound through
cardboard faces reaches song.

Young & crammed lie the dying in bed.
From the moon I can bear to hear

each way you turn away in wooden chair
a watery escape to me you pulse, you platitude.

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