Carl Newlen

The Moon

- July 10, 2009, 3:12 pm | Poetry

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Tonight, if I try hard enough
I can make the moon reflect twice
inside the window, and that seems right.

It reminds me of the moon outside
the cabin in Buffalo the night
you woke to tell me what you were dreaming,

how you whispered as softly as the breeze
that blew through that giant maple
as you picked a leaf because, you said,

it was from Canada, or how you spoke
as gentle as the mist that gathered
on your face each time you got too close

to the Falls. Sometimes I think
about how the leaf seemed to belong
with you, how it lay in your palm

like a child`s hand, or how full of light
each drop of water seemed as they fell
like tears from your cheek to the oak boards.

I write this because these things matter.
I take them for granted and they are beautiful.
They are like the moon.

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