written spring 2015
I have lost the magic
In my words
As I’ve lost the moon
The stars are gone
From my portion of sky
I grieve them all
You and I once watched
The sun as it sank
Behind the Jemez Mountains
In New Mexico
Leaving a glorious fire
Of orange of gold
Of deep crimson
That reached into clouds
High above it’s descent
Where is Orion now
Where are the dippers
I search the indigo
Of early evening
Before windows in homes
Across El Camino Real
Reflect lamplight from inside them
So many streetlights
So many lit windows
My portion of sky
Is no longer mine
My words feel as tho
They’ve escaped into a
Starless sky
In a starless night
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