Tonight, as other nights,
I will sit in the backyard,
wearing darkness, and attempt
to move its sleeved stillness
to reason, while above,
a false net of stars will spreadfor those who fail at something
breath-taking, a break-up
or mistake falling
over & over in the mind
toward the ground
and its center ring
of moonlight.—Greg Sellers, from “Regret Like a Circus Leaving Henryetta, Oklahoma,” Sulphur River Review (v.12 no.2, Autumnal Equinox 1996)
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