it comes, goes,
surges, disappears,
a perfect metaphor
for shapes of time,
overused as moon
for that which
vanishes and

lulled now (the wedding past)
too much so—
a house that buzzed

is hushed— a stillness loud & sharp
as a silverpointed midnight

silence also comes goes
empties spills ebbs fills,
evaporates and billows like clouds

above a sugarbush still
boiling down sweet water

for its essence

Jim Culleny


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