December Journal: Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The sky clears its mind of day-lit thoughts
and opens wide to rush the moon in.
Unapologetic cascades of
noiseless light etch eaves and walls, in
parallelograms on lawn after lawn,
black and gray, and draw utility
poles and their shadows with angles lined
by compasses and straight edges all
the way down the street’s vanishing point
as if ideas had shapes. But watch.
The noiselessness is just now not here.
An owl pencils its plaint across the
ears like the puff from a Spanish fan.
The moment shifts on. And puffs again.

Don Mager’s chapbooks and volumes are To Track the Wounded One, Glosses, That Which is Owed to Death, Borderings, Good Turns, The Elegance of the Ungraspable, Birth Daybook, Drive Time and Russian Riffs. He is retired and was Mott University Professor of English at Johnson C. Smith University, where he also served as Dean of the College of Arts and Letters. As well as a number of scholarly articles, he has published over 200 poems and translations from German, Czech and Russian. In the 1970s, he published articles and review on Gay Liberation. He lives in Charlotte, NC with his partner of 36 years. They have three sons and two granddaughters.

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