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Poetry Month, Day 2
Apr. 10th, 2015 07:33 pmHm, it took me even less time than I expected to drop off on the daily poems. I got to Day 2. In my defense: family visit.
Here's the second one:
Here's the second one:
The way heat persists
In the smell of these cedar
Blocks, about the size
Of a deck of cards,
Meant to keep moths away
Lights, in memoriam,
Gas fixtures in soft cages
And most of a moon.
That was a bad year
Despite the teapot full of gin
And a little tonic --
A cold summer full of strife.
Another year
He put juniper in his mouth
And asked: was that the meaning
Of my life?
The yellow moth wheels
Counterclockwise
The brown moths, whorled
Like wood grain, press
Themselves against the screen
Until it sags
If the taste changes,
If it turns sweet,
The answer is yes.
