I know

yes, I know where fireflies enflame shadow-circled silver fields, I’ve seen the trembling grain shiver under golden-swollen chalk-dust moons. I’ve heard the frogs and nightbirds thrustle, throaty, under verdant-arching trees; felt the ink-black breeze like a dark river, slipping smoothly between bending branches— I’ve watched far-flung stars of the furthest skies bend low to brush...