by Shira Dentz

They say 
we went out on a limb, 
rustling more  
than flame 
between cracks, 
heat-packs. 

Moonlight hides, someone wrote
as if the truth shows 
itself once  
a month, on 
schedule. 

The same  
goes for the entire  
secret. 
They say 
shadows are clues,  
nothing more. 

: :  

They say shadows are clues, nothing more.
The same goes for the entire secret. 

On schedule, 
as if the truth shows itself once a month,
moonlight hides, someone wrote. 

Between cracks, heat-packs 
rustling more than flame. 
They say we went out on a limb.