poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Across the Sea


Nights in middle-winter the red light blinks
small flashes of paranoia over the mountains.

First hay-making then corn-harvest
then apple-gathering and a year’s worth of wind;

Monsoons; Pampas; Nor-westers; Harmattans; Trades; Levanter;
Simoon; listen—the animals are night-hunting now.