She walks barefoot across
the moon,
her toes curled into
visions
plucked from insomnia’s
madness,
and poetry’s blood ink
channeling secrets.
A collector of shadows,
notes left
in the gray wool of a
stormy sky,
she folds words into
origami sails
trusting night to carry
them safely
through the river of
eyes.
©Susie Clevenger 2022
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