Little, Lit and Left

Walk out and look over the lost moon,
the caustic light dim in the murk.

A river deep in the burned morning countryside,
smoke standing at the edge of winter.

Rough boys open up the ground to light for warmth
Like great men have no evil, only the burning twist.

(day two early, tomorrow is a busy one)

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