Scuffled Moonbeams

We beached our discontent
on the wild dark shore
of night.

Shook ourselves up
with beer and punk shimmy,
our hungry faces
shadowed
while our young eternal bodies
danced bodymad.

We trusted each other
to fail down
alongside us when we fell.

Everyone fell: none alone.

Poor and loose with music
we made the avenue
our fire sweat of dissatisfaction.

Outside, unknown to us
until many years later,
fell silent benedicting snow
and high above
the silent dark buildings
scuffled moonbeams.

Copyright Kay Winter

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