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Last Days

Last Days

Told me to wait another two nights.
and the truth would rise like ice cubes

In a celebratory drink. Without taste
But accentuating the taste that’s there

Already, then adding volume to it
While weakening the taste but by then

It’s not the taste you’re after is it and where
Has it got to finally, absorbed, invisible?

The moon looks full but it’s not. Not that
It matters but it does. Like other things

That never happened but did anyway
And because they never happened never end

Dusk and Beyond

Dusk and Beyond

 

The dusk sky is a gameboard of bats,
everyone’s lost apologies for what

They knew they did wrong but could not find
The words to admit. Homeless things.

The poet’s night shift has me emotional–
The moon’s pendulum scythe swings

Below the tree line and I wake up astonished
To be alive. The poem holds a word

To my throat and the word is your missing
touch. In the world are some animals whose feet

Never touch the ground. Birds who only
Land on the uncertainty of open water.

Just as in you there are poems
that may never land on the tree of language

But whose wingbeats keep you awake,
Whose migration over open space

Turns everyone’s heads though they hear
Only your voice on a quiet morning.

From the tribe of Asher

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From the tribe of Asher

The necessary second witness. Pointing finger of a lost tribe
Finding its place again. Behold the blessed castaway.

Even her age meant a completion and a return.
How can we trust anything when every thing

Means something? Is every father the face of god
Until the glimpse of the infant visage, God the beginning?

Seven dozen years waiting against the stone of the dead.
Father stone, husband stone. Waiting as the days dry up

To make the math work wonders. What else did she see
In the intervening hours but a name in another tongue

the same backwards as forwards? I would believe you
Against all the world believes. I cast a pebble at the well

And the hand that caught it before it fell

Leaf

LASTLEAF

Leaf

Idea of autumn’s end appending, calling a leaf
Bad for hanging on, for adding to loss its

Very material structure, surface-veined and colorful.
A sensual wave turned brittle, age as implement of end, extended–

That’s not bad. To signal with a last incommunicable strength.
No. Bad would be not waiting to watch it linger, then fall.

[#fullmoonsocial] Waiting for the moon to rise over the power lines behind the fields by the old school for the deaf and the blind

[#fullmoonsocial] Waiting for the moon to rise over the power lines behind the fields by the old school for the deaf and the blind

Home of the cardinals.
The train sound twins as it passes through

Echoing off unresponsive brick and glass
Over the darkening grass. It’s like there are two

Trains, the past casting an echo of the future
And then it’s gone, both of them

And still no moon.

Mid-Autumn Visit

Here we go! Thanks SJH!

Unnatural Banquet

It has been too long,
yet I stumble but little
in this atmosphere.
You cradle me against
your cratered breast
as if I had never left.

To live or to endure?
Ageless, the question
never vexes you.
You shape my answers
with as many cups
as inspiration takes.

I could drink oceans
of your kind of light.

You tell me our stories
have enough tragedy:
I should write love.
By dawn I’ve woven
a tapestry of sighs
to turn your face red.

I make my excuses:
mortal hours make for
brutal schedules.
Your rabbit cackles
at his endless toil,
and offers me his job.

If he were serious
I wouldn’t hesitate.

Earth-moon Earthrise – Apollo 8, taken by Bill Anders, NASA, 12/24/1968. Via NASA on The Commons http://flic.kr/p/fpXP13

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The combination of Harvest Moon and Mid-Autumn Festival was hard to resist, and there’s a #fullmoonsocial going on! Thanks to Jeff Schwaner

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Six late-August evenings (6)

Six late-August evenings (6)

 

6.

Amsterdam Avenue. A memory of a memory
Hiding beneath the cooling street. Like litter

Chasing cars and settling without regret
Along the surface and away, further away

With every step towards the next autumn.
Whose wake are we in now,

Thinking we’ll catch up to them, finally
And make it right?