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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 34

Listen to the Night.

Listen to the night.
It knows your name
and waits.

Confide in the night.
Its ears can’t be seen
but its heart hears well.
Your truths are obsolete
as the past day’s sun.
It is the lies you are
that it loves.

Waken to the night.
It knows your game
and plays.




R. Bremner