Today's poem is by Kate Northrop


Now do you see what I mean?
In the woods how the headlights'
Beams ride over trees' leaves
Without seeing or meeting them.

It's how you walk through the field
Without entering the field
Or how one reads one's own name
Closed, as a window.

But we must find our cat now
And search with a flashlight
Hoping the beam and cat match.
Here we call here walking around

Shrub so dense the moonlight
When the moon is full
Slides over it evenly neatly
Then is still, as the surface of a spill.

Copyright © 2011 Kate Northrop All rights reserved
from Clean
Persea Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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