Some Nights

Marie Grace Soriano

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Some Nights
by Kate Baer

Some nights she walks out to the

driveway where the lilacs bloom and

lies down on the warm pavement even

though the neighbors will see and wonder

what kind of woman does such things.

There she stares up at the slender moon

and thinks about the baby albatross filled

with discarded spoons or the time a friend

asked what she was working on these days

and she answered, “Who has the time?”

even though she meant something else

entirely.

Across the lawn the crickets sing while the

earth lets out its tired breath and wanders

through the trees to greet her.

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