Moonrising
After Zach Knapp’s Moon in the Desert
A milk drip
glows behind
Devil’s Backbone,
the Colorado rocks
hushed by the tourniquet feathers
of the blunt Douglas fir.
Out of her silence
grows the outline of a bosom;
a cat pounce moon crafted
from Indian paintbrush shapes,
my eyes following the grease track
tow-trucks
through the
Midwest
desert.
The cliffs
dangle seeds on a rope.
Stones rise from red to dark stains,
cross-hatched like mortar-fire,
jumbled into fragments
that spilled out
while the rocks
fell asleep.
| Samuel Piccone |
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