Poems by J. Lorenz Poquiz

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Marble

I came outside to see the moon blue.
It was like looking at the earth
from the ground. A reflection
of ourselves. A marble of water
suspended in a canopy of blackness.

"Nothing to be ashamed of but sins,"
a preacher said.

Everybody went out of their houses
to brush off their disbelief
and gave the moon a humble gaze.

It was like the stare of a beautiful woman
from a foreign land.

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