Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Poem: Alcyone

From Michael J. Vaughn: Collected Poems


What you are doing here is a
matter for minds
greater than this

All I know is the
curve of your spine as I
cradle it in my hands and

refugee mockingbirds
calling out the hours from
across the street.

Our lips have been moving for
hours now but
finally are good for something

And when I slip my
fingers in yours and
pull you my way the

moon breaks open and
spits out stars like
drops from a shaken umbrella.

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