Monday, August 21, 2006


We hear the music of the spheres:
    Earth tilts away, and the sun dips
behind the mountains earlier each day,
    rises later from the sea.

Gulls fall silent then slip
    away in the gathering dark.
Fishermen prepare seines and boats
    for the long night-days trailing
fruitful lines in the maelstrom.

Their eyes tell you that soon
    the only sunlight they will see
must reflect first off moon and snow.

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