Sunday, June 27, 2010

Ten Driving Poems 7. Stumps

The moon an orange ten dollar coin
appears behind forest, where there
are trees. Once I'm on the freeway
it's a clear beacon in the sky's black
blankness. Not one star competes.

At night, you can't see how 
the western side of Wombat Forest
is clear-felled, and could be called
Wombat State Stumps.

The moon continues in its stately rising
orange light unchanging. Creatures
requiring a corridor, take the detour
determined by a need for darkness. 
The moon, to the east, a beacon.

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