Friday, January 27, 2012

Moonlight Is Sunlight

Edward Day Pheeks, who signed himself E. Day
And went by Day, couldn't get around

How everything was always leaving him
In exactly the act of arriving,

How so many things managed to come back
To haunt him, when nothing remained the same,

How the light on the river was the green light
On the river yesterday, an old green

He knew from day after day, and a new
And blue now that let him know green was gone.

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