Solar Flair
The upholsterer came
to take furniture for the sun:
a half moon, the king’s worn door
and a silk clock.
Poems on the topic: moon
Poems on the topic “moon” on Poets.by.
In the Hague (tanka)
Two pretty ladies
kiss the two blades with them.
I drop my rapier.
We walk up and down the town.
In every door, the moon.
How to Live
A quaint command:
think of kindness, thank for kindness.
After supper, good music and bed.
Strew the streets with herbs for joy of going.
Never pray for happiness as long as the sun
and moon endure.
Under Sail
This desire to be here
or to be there: all day
under sail, the money in
my hands, the fine moon
walking upon the sea…
Music of the spheres
I book a passage in
a woman’s belly to
the moon. We hear
music through the ceiling,
stories of comedies,
the names of the hanged.
Oversight
sand castle
a fine moon but no windows
to have it
Smaller than life
an inch-and-a-half moon
all my thoughts
concern money
Bucolic
my half-acre—
enough land to admit
a quarter moon
Cold comfort
Cold in my hut
I huddle over the clock—
rogue theater, thief
of wife and moons.
A minstrel’s life
I drink with a seaman,
a half moon and a barber,
play harp for a bit of meat
and send broke thoughts.
Aftermath
open table
the moon takes every seat
makes the glassware glisten
and the cutlery glitter
or is this not linen
are we not in the aftermath of a feast
listen to the distant grief
of an abandoned dog
alone yet locked in orbit
who wouldn’t howl
The Remains of the Night
the moon falling into a well
and not coming out
an 18-wheeler on an exit ramp
gargling with compressed air
the owl’s open eye
the owl’s closed eye
the hypothetical fact of a fox
a rumor of a coyote
the skillet under two eggs
sunny side up
familiar recorded music
the bits that still surprise
my heel where i landed hard
on a sharp stone yesterday
snag of a hemlock
its roots becoming tunnels
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