Another wonderful October poem, this one by Mary Jo Salter:
Moon-Breath by Mary Jo Salter
Dark mornings staying dark
longer, another autumn
come, and the body one
day
poorer yet,
from restless sleep I wake
early now to note
how the pale disk of moon
caves to its own defeat,
cold as yesterday’s fish
left
over in the pan,
or miserly as a sliver
of
dried soap in a dish.
Oh for a sparkling froth
of
cloud, a little heat
from the sun! I shiver
at
the window where I plant
one perfect moon-round breath,
as I
liked to do as a girl
against the filthy glass
of
the yellow school bus
laboring up the hill,
not
thinking what I meant
but passionate, as if
I were kissing my own life.
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