January, Zero Degrees

JANUARY, ZERO DEGREES



The mouth of the moon
says
no leaving is easy.

Things are always left undone
and rarely neat enough
to pack in boxes.

We push our litter
through a hole
in the sky.

We push ourselves
through a hole
in time.

We leave everyone
with words
stuck in our throats.

No leaving of love
is ever
easy.

The zero of moon
matches holes
in blood and bone

and has nothing
to do
with weather.

Peggy Sperber Flanders
as published South Florida Poetry Review
and in chapbook An Array of Textures 4956 St. John Drive
Syracuse, NY 13215
315-488-8077
Published in The Comstock Review
vol. 15, #1, Spring 2001
pegflanders@twcny.rr.com

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