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Night comes in
January 29, 2007
Late evening.
I step outside.
At first the dark
means nothing
but conclusion.
Then the pocked
light of a few stars
and a sliver of moon,
creamy but tart, like
apple sliced, and
through trees
a fragrance of bells.
by Dick Jones of the Patteran Pages
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Dick Jones
qarrtsiluni 
A sliver of moon like a creamy sliced tart apple….it takes a unique poet’s eye to see and write that. It’s a lesson in seeing.
I liked the synaesthesia – the first instance of it in this theme, I think, which is a little surprising to me since I think that’s such an essential part of “outside” experience. But I guess it’s also difficult to write about successfully.
I like the full stop of nothing, and then the eyes adjust to take in the light, and the other senses come in: taste, smell, sound. Lovely.
I’m with Natalie — that slice of moon like a wedge of apple is what really knocks my socks off. Beautiful.