Around Again

So the moon reaps

victory again

brushing the cornfields

with eyelashes,

gazing low at you and me.


Everything spins,

remember, I tell you it does.

When I was a kid

I asked myself why

I couldn’t feel the earth swirling around

so fast as it fled the space who made it.

Sweet smell of baby grass growing

on the riverbank, a bed of gravel

goes squish up between my toes.

Mourning dove happens to call from forest.

Repair my memory, it’s too slick, slippery

slipping into

brilliant blue midnight sky

of present.

Speed up gravity

something’s pulling

at the end of my heartstring.


(if I don’t say it’s by someone else, it’s by me….!)


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