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Dawn but the sun suffers The tyranny of a cloud. The pale moon remains triumphant. Oak leaves suckle raindrops The salt of last night ' s sweltering sky.
Inside all The neutrons of atoms die Their electrons fly away Protons perish Photons fold.
The thing that is held together Is the thing that cannot hold.
Midday the sun has vanquished the moon. The tips of feathers of restless robins Are soft gold. At dusk lunar resurrection The sky is white wax and blood The day is old.
The thing that is held together Cannot hold.
Alyssums
In the oldest part of this place I have been The sun will not sit opposite the moon They will never face The alyssum will seed even as it blooms. Beneath gardens of tangled limbs Roots will never embrace Crickets leap and crush the crocus As if they had a rabbit ' s paws Scattering frightened mice A turtle ignores the sun and gnaws At flies in a frozen lake Across the sky lightning crawls
The treeline, the houses I stand upon Still, still you search rooms Look in closets, peak under beds Open doors of cars, And yet only see The shade I sleep on The shadow I cast.
copyright © Richard Wilson Moss
Richard Moss is the author of numerous full length poetry books. You can find his books on every major platform.
Lost
Still you look Though I am here in front of you Reflections on a lake
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