poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Thursday, September 16, 2010

A Wedding Dress For The Moon

As oaks we are not sightless
though we haven't got any eyes.

We are trees at night.
We are rows of night-oaks.

Night-oaks and storybook arts,
how would I ever grow without you, my love, you are princely roots

you are the Earth-diver, negotiating the soil
you are the air-bringer, oxygenating our two night-hearts

breathing and making breathable air
while the owls beat us with their old wings,

these two stalwart hearts know
the clouds are making a wedding dress for the moon.

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