Among the millions
Candles,
soft in the heat,
stand by windows sealed shut.
Over the dark buildings, such rare
white stars.
In an autumn field
Lying
flat on her back,
great-bellied harvest moon
beaming down the way one had done
last spring,
palmed at each side, a heavy gourd
full of next spring's curled vines,
their descendants
like stars.
Return to the front page of this issue:
Amaze Vol.
2, No. 2 Fall & Winter, 2003.
Go to the
Poets & Authors page for the poet's
biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Richard Magahiz.
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