Out of Place

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Ghost of Summer Past parades

on incongruous stage, rays

reflecting a sunshine lost

in folds, memory’s purse set

aside for special purchase;

it dances, floats, levitates,

takes a bow as warmer days

fall, moaning, into the crypt.

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O Midnight Moon

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O midnight moon, poetic sphere,

whose pull on seas and lovers here

proclaims your influential part –

a lesser star with greater heart.

Curtain Call

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Curtain closes on the year –

Prompters readjust new lines;

Actors memorize the script,

Backstage hands construct new signs.

Writers seek the perfect words,

Props are found and set in place;

When the curtain opens next,

2012 will be replaced.