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Amends by Adrienne Rich

Nights like this: on the cold apple-bough Amends by Adrienne Rich


a white star, then another
exploding out of the bark: Nights like this: on the cold apple-bough
on the ground, moonlight picking at small stones a white star, then another
exploding out of the bark:
as it picks at greater stones as it rises with the surf on the ground, moonlight picking at small stones
laying its cheek for moments on the sand
as it licks the broken ledge, as it flows up the cliffs, as it picks at greater stones as it rises with the surf
as it flicks across the tracks laying its cheek for moments on the sand
as it licks the broken ledge, as it flows up the cliffs,
as it unavailing pours into gash as it flicks across the tracks
of the sand-and-gravel quarry
as it leans across the hangared fuselage as it unavailing pours into gash
of the crop dusting plane of the sand-and-gravel quarry
as it leans across the hangared fuselage
as it soaks through cracks into trailers of the crop dusting plane
tremulous with sleep
as it dwells upon the eyelids of sleepers as it soaks through cracks into trailers
as if to make amends tremulous with sleep
as it dwells upon the eyelids of sleepers
as if to make amends