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Kristen Lindquist

Nocturne

The whip-poor-wills’ calls before dawn were so sharp and clear through the walls of the rented farmhouse on the green ridge, I felt for an instant as if I were inside a vivid dream… Or inside the house my grandmother built out of hay bales in the big field, and I’d finally had the courage to stay there all night with only a square of stars over my head.

in daylight
how ordinary
fireflies

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Kristen Lindquist is a poet, writer, and naturalist in Camden, Maine. She has published two collections of poetry and maintains a daily haiku blog at kristenlindquist.com/blog.