Like hedges around an exclusive club,
a trimmed-mean circle allows the select
to chat and sport in friendship's flame.
Outside, just our binary communion.
Beyond their walled courtyards
that guard inside jokes and gossip,
let us pronounce benediction and then
savor some small benefit of the fringe.
Past oaks blocking halogen glare,
our gaze may adjust to darkness,
gauging the stars swept into patterns
shaped to suit us in solitude's slack outliers.