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A Break in the Dark The lemon-shaped moon tilts, a star is blinking red, I blink back to clear my vision but the star still flashes red No leaves move yet a breeze drifts passing close. Darkness sways on the soft side of black. My shadow stands short and still in the lamp-lit alley but stretches as I turn toward home. It hesitates before it strides forward to be swallowed by a house empty of Mars and moonlight. © Crane 2002 |