Parties of people making noise until
the sun rises.
They are like mourning doves
determined to let everyone know
they are awake.
For all the things they take
they leave behind double.
A rare gift like seeing a wolf from far
enough away that you don’t get afraid
it might kill you.
Fire as tall as the houses surrounding it
contained by a ring of rocks
like a pentagram holding back a demon.
It raises its arms up to the sky
and lights up their night so happy to be
in the world of the tangible.
Where the moon moves the water
and things can be felt to their maximum.
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