Dali's January Moon

Jennifer Footman
From:   St. Valentines Day. New Brunswick: Broken Jaw Press, 1995.

In this pitched vacuum
rainbow lunatics
circle a hungry moon.

White edged mouths
suck drips
from empty time.

Against shadows of bare maples
tendril fingers sweep
barren fields.

Silver road stretches
—lazy elastic coming and going--
from licking light.

We play hide and seek
with the ringed moon
while frosted hounds

their hoary mouths
green fanged, howl
at misbegotten moon's quickening light.

A beat fills thin air,
dimly wakes shadows
lurking in mined depths.

Everything waits
the one
final excavation.

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