Moleskin Saturday Vol. 3

July 5, 2008

A Summer’s Night Poem


The bright, orange, luminous canopy

Reflects the black shadows

            And imaginary

Ghosts of a black, black night.

            We’ll toast to this damned cold night.


Some sheets and a stick,

A candle and a Bic,

Set a fire to this black night’s sky.


The lush, green blades of the shrubbery

Will lay down, bowing to the royalty,

            Of the frogs and their smooth webbed feet.

            The king and his city will meet.


Some sun soaks the ground,

I’m squinting at the sound,

            Of the summer crashin’ into my eyes.


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