Free Fall
The detachment of the moon
Is like a fingernail clipping
Frozen among the constellations.
Crunching down the snow,
My footsteps leave irrevocable prints
To and from the bare forsythia.
I unsnap the mousetrap,
Let the smashed body drop
On a pale crust of moonlight.
LEE EVANS lives in Bath, Maine and works for the
local YMCA. His poems have appeared in various venues over the past twenty or
so years.
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