Come Closer – Joan Wiese Johannes
Heavy air wanders
around the corner of the barn
bends into evening
and staggers through the peonies
to meet me under the porch light
where dizzy moths flit
and midges swarm
around the naked bulb.
Tonight I wonder why
I once thought love darkens
too soon in June
when days are too long
and nights too eagerly late,
when stems grow spindly
weak from
too much too fast too soon.
A night-blooming blossom
luminous as the moon
reminds me of something
I should have done.
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