Blogging & Poems, My Poems

Solar Panels

 

You said we were a senseless

pairing—the earth and moon—what if

someday the earth falls out of love?

 

Then the moon will fall into, into—

 

We were waiting for a train, heads under

the tunnel eve, rain pouring down, we were

reaching out—

 

what if the earth falls out of love with the sun—

 

you boarded the train,

all shadow,

big freeze.

 

My heart was a bag of sleeves, the hands

developing out, blood under

the fingernails.

 

 

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