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Carley Moore: On Being Low

May 16, 2011 by PBQ

How are we the underside of snow?
Both on the street and in the trees?
I saw your shadow. I saw you go.

You are underneath the car. You are now
one in a series of larger keys.
How are you the underside of snow?

You are the hat and the pilot. Low replaces low.
You are the lint and the dusting. Here now stand above me.
I still see your shadow. I see you go.

We should have rested end to end. We know
the night, the push to see.
How are we the underside of snow?

The light is waiting or is it the waiting that glows?
I bend your neck. You say we have our knees.
There’s the shadow. I see it go.

You give me the hat. Here’s to not knowing
what lives on top of us. We
are the underside of snow.
We lose our shadows. We watch them go.

Filed Under: Contributors 67, Issue 66, Poetry, Poetry 67 Tagged With: Carley Moore, Contributors 67, Poetry, Poetry 67

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