General Poetry posted December 6, 2017

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A short poem of recent events

Moving Out and On

by asaldivar

Tell me not of the day, its dawn
of the details and the do-nots, the have-nots
tell me not of the wanton thoughts
which brought us to this, this (it’s all rot)
So tell us not—we need not know, ignorance
they say, is bliss, so give us this, and let it go.
Tell me not of the night, its moon,
of the stars and our will-nots, the can-nots
tell me not of what I got wrong, the hot
fuel I brought from not knowing no, my carelessness,
its petty row—for we need not know, apathy
they say, is numb, so give me this, and let it go
for after the moon will now come the sun, and no,
tell me not of its warmth, for its hot is not hot
but cold, like snow, motes in its rays from the window
come to play in the pain—tell me not of its thrum,
the loss and the hum, tell me not of the day
that it’s done.


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