Today's poem is by Myronn Hardy

You: An Apparition

The you not there.
The you I think of beneath yellow leaves.
The you I love beneath yellow leaves.
The sun's yellow rendering me
without courage to appear where
you are     the apparition
I am where you sleep.
I'm the intensity in the room.
Your hands over eyes can't save sight.
Let the yellow blister
as you have blistered me.
Oh love     look.
On the nightstand     the clay bowl of lemons.
One is molding blue.
We dive there     spores
make us cough.
How damp this blue
with you not even there.

Copyright © 2018 Myronn Hardy All rights reserved
from Radioactive Starlings
Princeton University Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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