Night/Day

night rests on the coat tails of day

sliding into the warm clothes

cast off by the sun.

alone, i watch

day’s delicate striptease

as night follows behind

picking up skirts and bras and panties.

 

old woman day walks into the burning sun,

smiles and vanishes behind the trees.

night turns the clothes

to smell day’s fragrance on them.

 

who wears the clothes best?

i cannot say…

each night: a new threadbare frock.

each day: a new spectacle waiting to be sloughed off.

 

 

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Summer

candy clouds and stars nibbling through…

honeysuckle vines tangle

up the tree, down and up again

summer sick and sweet.

under branch–two eyes, white tail flip

bound into the night

as the world awaits

its magic show.

whisper—

night performs her tricks

when the sun burns the backtops of trees

like last year’s birthday candles.

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Moon Dance

Picture courtesy of Mark Askins

Last night,

Moon so close

I asked her for a dance.

Standing in silver grass

Almost knee-high,

We twirled

To the wind’s

Unsteady rhythms.

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