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November 15, 2016
By Zman2320 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
Zman2320 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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Nothing but night. Illumination
from the moon — from the stars.
Tracking night, for the buck,
laying in brush — waiting for me to come.
In my PJ’s, I sit and dream,
will I ever — see you again?


The author's comments:

This is a form of poem that is called a Sijo.


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