I Know What I Saw Last Summer
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Mostly his back. We were on the motorcycle leaning
Into the speed limit dreaming of whole
Other nights, happiness, Florida, the unreconstructed
Shangrai-La Motel. Moon well-hung, low-slung.
I stuck my neck up around his, banging swan.
Our giant plastic heads clanking. Hanging on.
That moon: cold orange plastic ball foretelling fall fall.
I was pointing. But it was behind clouds, gone.

Fall. That was the first second of the end of it all.
So long, summer. Tonight I look up and see a slice
And remember there were two names for the moon
That month, names which no longer apply.

 

 

 

 

 

From The Boys I Borrow by Heather Sellers, 2007

New Issues Poetry & Prose, Western Michigan University, Dept. of English,
1903 W. Michigan Ave., Kalamazoo, MI 49008-5331
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