Night Falls
Beauty
from the curved shoulder of night
slips a shawl of stars
see it pool at her feet
glistening in the universal stillness
as she reaches down
long slender arm outstretched
there is a chill in her darkness
a draft from some far-away
open door or window
see— she gathers the shawl
lifting it up
and rests it back on her shoulders
Pamela Olson, 9/8/08
The Monday Mural prompt
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