Jim Cronin

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Fire between stone
warms sleeping others,
the tent
and we talk our mouths
over the night,
the laughing
trees of mockingbirds.

Red light in the corners,
covered we
                  (quietly)
make the night,
finding space
for hand tongue pelvis
stars flying above pines
night all around us
and the earth in motion;
under the roof of the tent
we lie still and breathe.

Jim Cronin is a poet and editor living in Boston. He has been published in The Somerville Journal and has a poem forthcoming in Amethyst Arsenic. He was the founding poetry editor of White Whale Review, an online literary journal, a position he recently left to focus on his own writing.