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Hear poem read.

Night Out

The moon that rises in the east, Hanging over the dormitory roof Like a lost balloon, wears dusk For evening dress. October leaves would have it Hidden, but November wind Has stripped the trees, Revealing this full-faced Orb amidst a dissolving sky. Or not dissolving, but absorbing, Enveloping, as when hours Later after a long day, You appear before me, Clean and freshly polished, All in black; your face Filling the night With a promising glow.