November 1, 2019

• a shadow

  

   

  last night
  when a shadow bent down
  from the clouds above the balcony
  and stole a diaphanous layer of moonlight
  hovering just above the surface

  time was silenced.
  i thought it was you.
  the summer sun is wilting all the flowers
  the trees are eloquently mute
  the mosquitoes harder to evade
  than you could ever imagine

  there is no need for such merciless humidity,
  any more than there is a need
  for joy or sorrow
  or to die for a philosophy
  before dreams are done
  dreams that are longer than life

  this poem is for everything
  i have forgotten, lovers
  i have never loved,
  thoughts i have never dared
  to think
  in a short life spent looking
  for the last snowfall
  the first breath of spring

  time and gravity are the only
  enemies, a counterclockwise reality
  that takes us to a final incomplete completion.
  nebulous clouds like a shadow-lover
  surge and sail on
  the universe revolves in greatness
  just outside the window

  a leaf grows, turns green, then yellow;
  then falls,
  making the windchime sing

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