Today's poem is by Susan Meyers
Spell for Setting the Sun
Be slantwise on bark. Hammered
by shadows longer than want.
So what if the day turns to dry toast
and fetterbush? I'm sorry
for envy, sorry for lies.
Be slantwise on bark. Be bitten
in half. Peachglow then waferless,
the tide going out. A rinse
of apricot gone from the sky.
I'm sorry for thievery, sorry for pride.
Be bitten in half. Be juiceless
and dead, night's bold erasure. Kin
to the cloud-eaten moon. The dark
between stepping stones, a hole
in my sky. Be juiceless, be dead.
Copyright © 2005 Susan Meyers All rights reserved
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