Hanque O . . . - Chance Encounters

for Rose

-

Because the sky
is such a blue
demanding admiration

I chance to see
a passing fleet of gulls.

Because I crane my neck
to see the gulls
I chance to see

a pale crescent moon
near its zenith.

Because the sky is such a blue
because the passing gulls lift me up
because the pale crescent moon tugs at me

I feel the earth spin beneath my heels.

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(The Mid-America Poetry Review; Winter 2005-2006)

Hanque O . . .

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