Monday, December 10, 2012

The turning sky announced a storm was coming

The turning sky announced a storm was coming
over the pastures soon and the brown gulf
received its moisture. I remember the verse
of the early moderns, the turning elements

of a song that we've forgotten. The turning
spheres and globes reminded me of her eyes
and body, the mysteries veiled by clothing
and names. I don't know what love is. I see

the clouds get heavy, their color changing to
a darker grey and purple. I have swelled
like oceans under the Moon, my feeling is

a wave that knows no bound. The turning sky
has kept time over the centuries and now I
return to its calendar as the rain begins.

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