Monday, October 08, 2007

Poem for Monday, October 8, २००७

The Fall

by Heather McHugh

Gold leaf fell

to the rake and the fire.
Leaping headlong into those
upholstered yards, we couldn’t tell

rags from riches, loving a little
trash by nature, having
an orange crush. But love
becomes a set of pet

names, all diminutive,

and as for God,
we saw it was the dark
that made the stars. As time

went by,
the jeweled movement
of the loan shark’s car
would utterly impoverish the sky.

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