Bermuda Nocturne

The causeway is awash in jeweled light;
tide’s barely audible, snow-foam white.
Air’s pearl-strung with tears of salt and husks
of hibiscus. Low lying clouds extend dusk
like an oilcloth across the western
horizon, colors slowly lessening
and I can sense something
more than the coming on of night
and a darker silence, while
ominous sea birds rise eerily from nests.
Wind’s falling away and does little to suppress
the absolute and ungodly emptiness
that lingers inside me. A halo of light
from a pilgrim moon rises to a height
where uprisen stars are soon extinguished.

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John Muro

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A resident of Connecticut and a lover of all things chocolate, John Muro has authored two volumes of poems - In the Lilac Hour and Pastoral Suite - in 2020 and 2022, respectively. He is a three-time nominee for the Pushcart Prize, a nominee for the Best of the Net Award and, more recently, he received a 2023 Grantchester Award. John's work has appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Acumen, Barnstorm, Delmarva, Moria, River Heron, Sky Island and the Valparaiso Review.

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