Kit Kelen #1031 - even moonless

1031

even moonless

even clouded

it’s a sky of trees

in the lower reaches

you can smell it first thing

branches, song leaning

as if it could be painted, shot

when no one ever touches

gods vibrating

all for far

as if the world turned here

right now

each leaf pointing

as if in trumpet tin

arcs, all asides, odd angles

you think you know the tune

but it’s different every time

as if these words held this one up

all of it yet dark

as if no one were here

when actually it’s Christmas crowded

everyone’s wishing too

as if in a window framed

as if the light would yet catch

where just this one star shone