Iridium Dirge, 1999

tonight for 10
minutes past sunset
sky clung blue

moon was fierce
with light, and smoldered—
begged my eyes

cross the blue
creeping migrant suns—
false, pretty;

our voices
outstretching voices
glittering

— Montreal, August 1999

February 10, 2012

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