The June Evening Light is a Lever

Last evening I revisited a favourite form, the ghazal. More about the form and why I love it can be found at this post on my old blog, which includes a link to a rambling essay about ghazals.

The June Evening Light is a Lever

The June evening light is a lever bending
on the fulcrum moon as it moves the world.

We’ve learned promises are what exist
beyond reach—even the stars are closer.

This is what we count on: the moon,
restless, stirring and stirring our salt tides.

We touch each other while we can, marveling
how skin dries, wrinkles; rough-textured bark.

One by one the lilac pipettes inject their last
microlitres of scent into summer, and fall.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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