That night in the drunken boat,
so the story goes,
you leaned up and out

to embrace your lover the moon,
and with that reach
that exceeded your grasp

fell into dark waters,
shattering your lover’s sister
to a hundred flashing pieces.

And as she re-assembled
on the black-glass surface
to smile at her twin above

you were already gone,
your legacy bubbling
back up to the world.







[2nd prize winner, Writer's Journal Poetry Contest, first published in Writer's Journal, Nov./Dec. 2002, also published in Mad Poet's Review No. 17, 2002.]

09/30/2001

Posted on 09/30/2001
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