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The exhale of a horse steams up the imagination, relieves the tension

in my shoulders as Atlas sets the earth down for dinner.

The night is young and there is mischief afoot

The busy-squeak of a mouse shuffles the bush

climbs down into the trails under blackberry roots,

—an intelligence plays here

The mole, in its blind furry weaves

strength stirs under sod

tunnels beneath grass clumps

spy hops for air and direction

What cannot be seen is still there

Each to their own compass

in the midnights of existence

by Shannon Laws

Published by Shannon Laws

Like my writing? Want to hear me read my poetry? Please visit https://chickadeeproductions.bandcamp.com/releases and download some today. Only $1.00 a poem! Shannon Laws is a Pacific Northwest poet, voice-over talent, and podcast producer. She is the author of four poetry books, the most recent “Fallen” published by Independent Writer’s Studio Press. Shannon has received two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Community Champion Award for promoting local artists and encouraging peace and understanding through community poetry events. She makes her home in Bellingham, Washington, USA.

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