Lullaby

I feel heavy,

weighted,

like there

is lead lining

my pockets,

stones filling

my head,

and every

part of me

feels pulled

to bed, 

but I take

one last 

look, step

under 

a glowing

moon 

cradled in

the crook

of our

bare-limbed

pear-tree,

just hovering

near, 

reminding

me dreams

await,

and so I 

surrender

to the lull

of this falling

night.

—C.L. Fisher, January 2022

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