*
two different gardens
at the earth of night
.
same rain constant
almost soft as echoes
.
of the steps of ants
and small busy animals
.
at day light and I
sitting quietly
.
listening
right before both
.
of my hands as I lie down
posed at my hipbones
.
they stick out a bit
but not sharply
.
fingers tips touching
right in the middle
.
the only heat outdoors
is that of the street
.
lights creating a mist
as small clouds pretending
.
to bathe under fake lights
so many thoughts in time
.
shortening eyelids
closing as an act
.
of love I know
you will be
here
.
.
annamosca 
This is my all-time favorite of your poems. “two different gardens at the earth of night” … those two lines blow me away as do the next two stanzas … and then on to the rest of the poem. I love it all. WOW! You out did yourself, Anna.
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Thank you Tracy so happy you got “sucked into it”! Night time atmospheres are quite difficult to describe, time is dilated, sounds amplified and our soul is more attentive than ever…
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ciao cherie,emotions in action….very nice
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Thank you cherie, recognize the picture of the ashes…???
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