Night’s unsettled satisfaction

he sat there
wind on hair
hair on shin
silhouette
and rustling tree

rain on moss
pine fluff writhes
sky wrestles
with restless
uncertainty

no road sound
distant owl hoot
when cloud breaks
the moon starts
to amble by

unconscious
he drifts off
in freedom
the quiet
enough

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