Poem 3: On a Villainous Day

September 19, 2012

the sunshine is brighter than the devil’s white
toothed smile.  It is clear that the mountains are
pleased with the sky, and smiling in secret.
I distrust the sky, it’s a matter of time before it slides
its hand into the mountains’ back pocket, and they both dip
into an alley, and they are honest
about where they have been, but not what they’ve been doing.
The sun feels fine about turning away, and letting the dark cool
night give them space to touch each other.


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