“A rewrite already??” Yes. Get over it.

Under No Moon

Tonight I like hearing you
better even than seeing you.
Having heard you speak,
I won’t even bother
to open my eyes.

When you spoke, I dropped my knife to the ground.
It stuck blade end down, hilt deep.
A stream bubbled up from around it.
I can’t see that either but it sounds like you,
a cool bend in the wind.

Sinking this nude and this deep into midnight
while the poplars shake in spite of
greedy silence, I think I could take root and grow,
watered and well fed, lying in some bed, any bed,
listening to you say something, anything, under no moon.

…thanks, by the way, to dead_kitty for thoughts and critique…

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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