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At Night

If, at night, when you
are far away from me,
and the full moon splays bone light
upon my window’s casement edge,
I go naked to my west room
and kneeling, howl your name,
like some lonely wolf up on a ridge,
long tongued, panting,
calling hunger to his mate,
into the arc of silver
up above him there --
Who’s to say this isn’t prayer?
Written by Baldwin
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