To Arielle and the Moon

By David Trinidad David Trinidad
The night reduced to a siren, a sigh:

Beautiful boy on the treadmill

Glimpsed sweating through sweating glass—

My new moon.

Sylvia’s moon: a smiling skull

Snagged in witchy branches; fossil

Brushed free of blackest earth.

My last moon: an orange ball at rest, for an instant,

On the grey lake.

Wish list: dining set and dresser,

Boombox, thin black tie, boy-

Friend à la Madonna’s “True Blue”

La la la la la la la

Your moon (tonight): a clouded X-ray.

I stand at a corner and stare up,

Both of us astonished

By its own secret light.

“To Arielle and the Moon” from The Late Show (Turtle Point Press, 2007). © 2007 by David Trinidad. Used by permission of author.

Source: The Late Show (Turtle Point Press, 2007)

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Poet David Trinidad

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Relationships, Love, Nature, Stars, Planets, Heavens

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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David Trinidad is the author of more than a dozen books, including The Late Show (2007), Phoebe 2002: An Essay in Verse (2003), and Plasticville (2000), a finalist for the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize. He has received awards from The Fund for Poetry and the New York Foundation for the Arts, and his work has appeared in numerous periodicals and several anthologies, including Best American Poetry, The Outlaw Bible of American . . .

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SUBJECT Relationships, Love, Nature, Stars, Planets, Heavens

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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