The dark night
streams filaments of her indigo curls
across the frosty sky.
Embellished with stars,
loosened locks shower
the late evening with tiny interwoven knots
threading the curved dome tightly together.
The translucent plaits seem to shiver
in the crisp air.
I walk home not minding my path
— look up– watch,
wait
for one to unravel or to fall
and undo the whole thing.
Morning comes–
the star- lit night is gone.
Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito and lives with eight rescued muses in Southern New Jersey.