Clearing After Dark
Between the black rift
where the moon hung
and the grasses drenched
after a noonday downpour
the old fury in my brain
had floated far off
into the deepening calm,
as if the moon could see me
for the ghost I am.
nakedness, death, and the number zero: poems
Tags: Brooks Haxton, Clearing After Dark, Clearing After Dark by Brooks Haxton, life, Nakedness Death And The Number Zero, poem, poetry
Enjoyed this poem very much. Just my kind of imagery. Very tight like a Japanese tanka. Will look up more of her (his) stuff.
Thanks for dropping by 🙂
I know…first time I read it, it really struck me with its rhythm and imagery…glad you liked the poem…and he’s a he, btw 🙂
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