Trying on the Night

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She hems the old dress For some brand new day Hiding in time’s closet Her fingers sewing in The fleeting moments As the afternoon sows its shadows For evening’s harvest When the seams in the sky Will disappear And the clouds will patch The cloth of night The moon threading Its light through the window Stringing her along Through the eye of midnight As darkness tries on Its befitting black satin And she unravels from work Sitting back looking Through a button hole in space Wonders who stitched the stars On Mother Nature’s dress