JOSH HANSON |
Poems from Nightwork
Three-quarter cat’s eye
moon
through smoke:
cul-de-sac
the dull round
night like another
blinking.
Sleep in the limbs
still working
the legs’ rhythm
lulla-lulla-
by the road
rest comes lolling
by the main road.
Rain frothing up
the road
everywhere the air lightens
and the body
moving heavy
through it.
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