The Trike Returns:
Ring
PJ Nights
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Calliope Songs
Is my blue his?
Outside his head, beyond
my eyes, the universe is colorless, silent.
Only through language can he answer.
I tell myself in petulance,
I don't need him near.
In tinsel-white noon, he'd already be
nanoseconds older than my perceptions.
Under the moon -- at most
a second-hand reflection of the sun,
yet in his rhyme -- Calliope's eloquence --
a beacon the violet gorget
of her namesake hummingbird
amidst ever green manzanita.
Words a fontanel to his reality for me
he comes to light,
my body rings his name.
~PJ Nights
PJ Nights lives in coastal Maine with her family and various pound pets. She teaches physics and astronomy when not writing poetry. Website. Email.
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This page updated August 31, 2002.