Today's poem is by Kim Dower
Slice of Moon
There's a slice of moon
left over in the sky, a sliver
of carnival glass wedgedinto the milky blue,
as if the Gods
had a midnight party,couldn't finish it all,
left a piece of moon
for us, barely throbbingin the morning light,
a crescent of white
hanging onto the sober sky.Why is it still up there
on this new day?
Its job, to taunt darkness,burn through the night
like heaven's candle,
igniting our dreams,should be over. Why
does this moon persist?
The sun sets as it's meant to,leaves the sky gracefully,
falling into the arms
of the ocean.We can trust it to disappear
so the sky can darken,
so we may rest, rockedby the pale memory
of motion, rocked by the song
our mothers sang or never sang.
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