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The Capture of Mr. Moon — Image by Deloss McGraw

The Capture of Mr. Moon

Rocked back on his backside, not yet risen.
It’s Mr. Moon – like a thin nail paring
Or sweet slice of some pale, blue melon —
Hauled in the tumbril, his four-wheeled prison.

We jostle the curbsides as if we were starting
At a president or some famous felon.

Like moonvines outreaching your porch’s trellis
Or tall man in a child’s brass bed, he lies
With his tip and toes poked through the bars.
Not, though the snatch at us, not to repel us.
His thoughts have turned. His eyes
Glozed to mirror the farthest stars.

Reflect on himself: blue shut-in
Cool to all suns utter his drowsy ban
This cage that couldn’t even begin
To hold, shuts us outside,
Excluded from the Moon in Man.

W.D. Snodgrass, from W.D.’s Midnight Carnival — W.D. Snodgrass/DeLoss McGraw

Snodgrass 1999-5 w - kenne blog

“. . . for

kenne turner with assorted extravagances”

W.D. Snodgrass (1993)

Conversations  Lost

Conversations
from the past
lost
in the images
of memories
amassed
only to return
on the backs
of death
resurrected
by poets
serving only
to introduce
images
of what was
like water
returning
from a fountain’s
reservoir
only
to be reborn
again
and again
and again

kenne (first written in the following related article)

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