Onward and upward
the garden grows every
day another
ladder into night
I come up hungry
to begin
to be
Poems on the topic: night
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Lynx rufus
Woken by thirst & a hot gaze
from the mouth of the shelter: sun,
or mother dangling some new,
wet chew-toy for her grown kitten?
The dream visions slink
back behind the rocks, where
it’s always night. Yellow eye,
help me look for a drink under
these shelves of angled light.
Water has no scent of its own.
After dark, it’s simple to track it
by its purr: every large ravine
has a throat, a pulsing vein.
Its surface trembles, the loveliest of pelts.
But sometimes too there’s water
on top of the mountain,
Lepidopterist
I wait like a guitar
for the sacrament of an ear
nobody can tell
the truth of a moth
lost in the busy night
Cloistered
where I shut myself in
the night lay open
that impossible hand
I read and read and read
Opinion columnist
in my private war pen and sword
come together to dance
like a desire not to offend
and full-on evil
so grey this night this day
that had little to astonish me
Micturition
with what
freedom I piss
this rainy night
Vigilant
two in the morning
a moon lighter than ice
I eat a piece of cold meat
dust the picture in the corner
like a cat taken out of a chimney alive
I watch all night for the sun
Sleepwear
in my green nightgown
I sleep light as a child
passing through the night
like the remains of a fire
Pinched
I slept backward
in a thin framed self
my hand bled
my book and table continued
all night to exceed me
my bed laden
as a full mouth
what would we give
for good news
for the poor
Looking backward
an untruth might fix me
if I walk with it
yesterday is road enough
I am full of time
the new stairs took me
down to a rival now
night and a supper
getting ready
night as night
first let me be
Bees on bull thistle
Night stops them cold
where they cling
to the green thorax
of the mother of bumblebees,
that bed of nails.
They hang
lifeless but not dead,
sleepless but very far from waking
to the vast meadows that blaze
above their heads.
Pulse
my heart’s every heave
a sad noise to hear
at night in bed
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