A Nighttime Meditation by Dah

I open my hands
and the sun curls up 
in my palms
only to fall asleep

In a black gown
nighttime walks barefoot
over the dew-chilled grass
a frosty breeze stirs the trees

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Dah’s seventh poetry collection is Something Else’s Thoughts (Transcendent Zero Press) and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Canada, Spain, Singapore, Philippines, Poland, Australia, Africa, and India. He is a Pushcart Prize and Best Of The Net nominee and the lead editor of the poetry critique group, The Lounge. Dah lives in Berkeley, California, where he is working on his eighth book of poetry.