A Perfect Sliver

“I want to see the night with you, Mom”
he says
in dinosaur pajamas
at still dark 6 am

We sneak out onto the patio
next to the dog bowls
peek up at the barely blue sky beyond the neighbor’s
cypress trees
cicadas still sleeping
day in utero

Little hand on my leg
whispers
a perfect, still sliver.

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