Today's poem is by Ryan Murphy


Sunset, a grainy photograph,
night is lit
by a small black light.

As a child I would cry
at the sound of katydids.
Turbines of fear. The heart
has several gears.

We compass on the grass.
Two dreams there were,
elegiac and orange.
Your love is like that.

Copyright © 2003 Ryan Murphy All rights reserved
from The Canary
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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