seasoning scene-setting dark gray passed over by the wind that pushes through some texture in the sky the merest hint of blue between uncertain banks of white before the short day leans a near western horizon closer until the solstice fires might invoke or simply ask for change c l couch photo by Vadim Sadovski on Unsplash
(x = space)
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Dreaming Impossibly
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This is for real
But every now and then
I must imagine
Like one Lewis or the other
Things that cannot happen
Happening
x
A hole
Through which
The world is further out
Horizons wider
Air that moves just right
Enhancing breath
Progressive fields
That do not have to tire
We can take them slowly
Discovering
Along the way
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Water we can take
It’s safe
And not worry
About returning
About returning overall,
Well, that’s another matter
After exploration
After delight
And rest
And learning
From this impossible day
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C L Couch
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Photo by Florian Rieder on Unsplash
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relative sky
moonrise
Earthrise
sunrise, of course
stars rise
many in constellations
one extremity after
the other
sword point
cup rim
crown
the other rises, too
all the rest
stars that form in different names
elsewhere
fifty years
I saw the landing
and the steps
on a black-and-white TV
which I doubt made much difference
than for our neighbors who had color
maybe I missed the red and blue
in the stiff flag
that looked to wave when
the astronaut shook it
I wondered about Collins
all alone up there, still
seventy miles above
I trust they talked with him a lot
kept two conversations going
with the LEM and the command module
with Houston and the others
who took part
maybe one big talk
keep talking, everyone
whatever your horizon
for a time, at least
we’re all friends here
C L Couch
Temple of Apollo at Delphi, Greece
Patar knight – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7023940
Autumnal Oracle
Eating soft candies,
Scary pre-season
These are, well, all
On sale too early
Shapes of ghosts
And bats, since
Hallowe’en creeps
In from weeks
Ahead
I want rehearsal
Practice of time,
A witch-spell nearly
Ready to be cast
Haunting for a
Fool, the wise
Child’s knowing
Fear for shapes
Of story’s eyes in
Spectral-black
Branches made of
Arms of spikes
That reach down
Toward me
I treat myself to
A bargain invocation,
Reviving the thrill
Of a house of wraiths
Night-dark on
A bright horizon
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