when the moon is new
and the night is dark
dance in the midnight dew
under a sky of darkest blue
slip into an abandoned park
when the moon is new
quietly slip off your shoes
trace with salt a delicate arc
dance in the midnight dew
the wind whispers what you always knew
dogs will start to howl and bark
when the moon is new
move among the nighttime hues
let the stars leave their mark
dance in the midnight dew
walk a path chosen by few
a new journey to embark
when the moon is new
dance in the midnight dew
Everyday Strange 
You are killin NaPoWriMo–well done!
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Thank you! It’s been fun taking a break to just focus on writing.
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