Nights in the Neighborhood

I carry joy as a choir sings,

but quietly as the dark

carols. To keep the wind away

so the hidden ones will come

out into the street and add

themselves to this array of

stars, constellations and moon.

I notice the ones in pain

shine more than the others.

It’s so they can be found,

I think. Found and harbored.

This poem appeared in The Sacraments of Desire by Linda Gregg, published by Graywolf Press, 1992. (Available direct from Graywolf Press • Also on: Amazon • Bookshop)

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10.09.2026

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Nights in the Neighborhood

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