This Remains a Work in Progress

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WORK IS DONE


and a most companionable moon followed me
home from my shift at the human industrial plant
where I repair bad brains and injured lives.
We drove as partners
through the curving streets of the neighborhood,
yellow-flamed windows beckoning
as the dust of the day loosened
and lifted,
landing on the half opened car window
before blowing back into the world.
We passed the last dog walks of the evening.
I raise a hand in greeting to all
knowing how quickly their arcs too could be felled.
The moon, my constant, and I leave with him
the remains of this day
for illumination.

Comments

  1. RoseAugust 5, 2009 at 3:35 AM

    Really nice poem, great images.

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  2. debraAugust 5, 2009 at 4:58 AM

    sweet...

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  3. UnknownAugust 5, 2009 at 5:13 AM

    Fantastic poem and an unbelievable photo; moon was particularly beautiful last evening.

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  4. evelynAugust 5, 2009 at 6:00 AM

    i can totally relate to this one... glad you found me and to be connected across space...

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  5. RudeeAugust 5, 2009 at 6:02 AM

    Uh huh. Putting pretty words on this subject will not change the curse that accompanies this full moon. Thanks for trying though. I was very moved.

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  6. La FraméricaineAugust 5, 2009 at 6:18 AM

    Holy moly...

    Sooooooo beautiful.

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  7. AnonymousAugust 5, 2009 at 6:39 AM

    Beautiful Picture! I love taking pictures of the moon... this one is exceptional! :)

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  8. Viewtiful_JustinAugust 5, 2009 at 8:03 AM

    I really like taking this poetic journey home with you.

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  9. aimsAugust 5, 2009 at 8:42 AM

    You look at things so differently - brought a really sad smile to my face.

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  10. BarbAugust 5, 2009 at 9:33 AM

    I could picture the scenes though your words and the metaphor to life is not lost...

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  11. English RiderAugust 5, 2009 at 12:09 PM

    The Muse has returned. This is beautifully expressed. I received a call last week from the lady in England to whom I had sent a paper copy of your piece about the bowling alley closing. She loved it too.

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  12. dsAugust 5, 2009 at 12:26 PM

    Well done!!!! Having the moon at one's shoulder can be such a comfort...

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  13. OwenAugust 5, 2009 at 3:10 PM

    The full moon can be the best of friends...

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  14. KathleenAugust 5, 2009 at 9:36 PM

    Ah, so lovely. What's unfinished?

    Ever heard Greg Brown's song about his daughters?

    [cue music]

    "When my daughter who is tall now was not so tall,
    One night we were drivin' home in the truck and I was sad
    because I was busted and disgusted,
    And she looked out the window and said, "Dad, the moon is comin' home
    with us."
    She said, "Dad, the moon is comin' home with us."

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  15. UnknownAugust 6, 2009 at 12:35 PM

    English Rider is right! the muse is back, love it!smiles.

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  16. LeeAugust 7, 2009 at 5:37 AM

    Lovely images raised by this poem! I like the pictures of your journy home. I wonder what you feel is unfinished about it.

    Cheers!

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  17. Deanna Bland Hiott PhD, MSN, RNAugust 8, 2009 at 2:38 PM

    Absolutely breath taking... :)

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  18. LydiaAugust 11, 2009 at 1:30 AM

    Stunning, this one. I love that "before blowing back into the world." That is such a minute notable in comparison to the hugeness of the moon. Very lovely.

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