Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Poetry Break: The Cold Night

Pastoral (M.A. Reilly, 2012)
THE COLD NIGHT

by        


It is cold. The white moon
is up among her scattered stars --
like the bare thighs of
the Police Sergeant's wife -- among
her five children . . .
No answer. Pale shadows lie upon
the frosted grass. One answer:
It is midnight, it is still
and it is cold . . . !
White thighs of the sky! a
new answer out of the depths of
my male belly: In April . . .
In April I shall see again -- In April!
the round and perfect thighs
of the Police Sergeant's wife
perfect still after many babies.
Oya!

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