A rising
From a dark night
Would depend
On spirits known
To be called
Forth awake
Up until
That pinpoint
They balanced on
Untenable
These restless
Boarders
Went under
A weary dream
Tired of dancing
Daylight
The dog star
Is cheap poetry
Considering
Its source
At a distance
Yelping
Yelping to be
Unnamed
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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