Anudder poemish thing

Ars Distractionis


I

A boy waves his hands
through moonlight:
shadow puppets
on the bedroom wall.

He distracts himself
from the deeper dark
to come, when the moon
will no longer look in,

when shadows
will grow from silhouette
birds and fill the room
with unseen fears.

II

A man waves his hands
over paper, the words
work their way out
from fingertips.

Stanza by stanza
he distracts himself
from the deeper dark
to come.

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