How Long the Night Was: A Poem

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Having traveled
farther than the bright meteors
to find
each other again, we touched
hesitant hands
in a thistle-grown Scottish ruin.

Rivers flowed
above us and between us.
The night
hardly had space for all
the whispers
shared and the promises given.

Then heaven
dusted the earth with orange
and blue.
We swam in each other,
neither caring
how long the night was.

About The Author

Gary Charles Wilkens -- gary@gcwilkens.com -- lives in Huntsville, Texas. He teaches composition at Sam Houston State University in Huntsville. His poems have appeared in The Texas Review, The Cortland Review, The Adirondack Review, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, and Pemmican. His first collection, The Red Light was My Mind, is forthcoming from the Texas Review Press.
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