Night by Askold Skalsky

And again it is night

spreading its black light

over the mountains,

over the pale roads

that have lost their way

between the mailboxes

on invisible posts.

Goodbye say the houses,

peeking at the moon

through their windows,

letting the lawns float away

as the creatures creep out

of their crevices like

little dark stars searching

for a temporary bright.

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Originally from Ukraine, Askold Skalsky is a college professor living in Frederick, Maryland. His poems have appeared in a number of magazines in the USA and abroad. A first collection, The Ponies of Chuang Tzu, was published in 2011.