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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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