Night Of Lebh Shomea by Fran McRedmond

in isolated hermitage and desert heat I can’t bear the light I bathe then stand naked and wet in cool darkness the windows wide caress of field-fragrance on damp skin hear crickets and tree-rustle watch dark shapes move against a night sky grateful for the wind and golden sparks of fireflies listening

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