Thursday, August 23, 2018

Duane Vorhees writes


zer0moon

New students all took home
this paper sky
with zero moon
rudely redpencilled by
their Jesuit god with Master’s degree
in Education, Elementary.

They tried. It seems unfair:
their first exam,
their brief error;
red, indelibly damned.
So how could they have known before that Fall
that their prof would be such a know-it-all?

The night hangs in the rooms,
this tissue sky,
this zero moon,
the great forever why
stuck like a fallen moon in ceiling space
which they thought all the passing stars should grace.

2 comments:

  1. I read this poem like four times, enjoying the rhyme, imagining the indelibly redpencilled zero moon hanging in the ceiling, such an innocent why. Beautiful write, poet. (AJ Anwar)

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  2. Thank you for the nice words. Every poet likes to have his work appreciated.

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