Night Walk On Long Island

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Megan Fernandes, 2020

Mid-August. The moody Northeast.
Yellow moon undressing

herself in the bay. Shelter Island
all asleep. Turpentine skies

cooled by faint meteors,
a shower of bashful stars.

Virgil, in my ribcage, singing
to the sweet red-cedar scent.

Virgil, in my ribcage, singing.

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