Jason Knight Poet Free verse

Momenta

I.


Silver apple of the moon
Laying prostrate on the lake

Silver apple of the moon
Smooth, un-moved, unmarred by wake

Lean down, finger
The bright skin –
It peels. Linger,
A flicker of flocking moths congeals within.


II.


An old maternal willow
With rheumatic roots
Leans low

Over the water, tilts
Its fretting yellow
Mane, covers the deep 	& heart-shaped 	hollow

III


The ocean is dark
And settles like onyx iron

These are the hardest surfaces
In a ship’s journey:

A starless sky, an engine
	Sobbing in a distant room,
		Thoughts, objects without shape;

A nauseated heart leaning over
Memory’s rail

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