Wednesday, June 21, 2006

day of the hawkweed

at night our moon slipped slowly
through fermenting clouds

and under its metal eye
we lay
flat

until the round horizon
flamed in the east

raising us
like tiny suns

radiating from earth
into the sky

stirring the pheasant to step
from his daylight sleep

in his rough
Egyptian robes

out onto
a blanket of stars

1 Comments:

Blogger Lee said...

"Stirring the pheasant to step... out onto a blanket of stars" I love this image. But then again, I always love your images!

I've read this poem several times over the weeks and it grows on me more and more. This one is really cool.

Monday, July 10, 2006 at 12:46:00 AM EDT  

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