ECLIPSE POEM

buel’s gore, stave brook, stark family farm

a day with two dawns and two dusks

a little sliver of moon in your thumbnail

a dance where she passes in front of me

obscuring me and transforming us and we

are so different and special and bizarre now

kelsey picks out eclipse music kelsey says

even happy women get the blues six

crows cross us in a wide lazy arc

two others pick new seeds in the field

last years stalks cut short cast short shadows

i am the only person and you are also here

the air is just like mourning doves soft

rosy grey and full of warm familiar song