Best Gnomon Poems

O Fingernail Moon
				have you sent us Morning Sun
				to show us building?

				And Morning Sun
				are you sliding 
				down the mountainside
				to hint at pyramids,
				how to build them,
				before you take time into the sea?
		
				O Fingernail Moon
				did my father sip nectar
				from your crescent lip
				before he conned the Sun’s descent
				down the...

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O Fingernail Moon
			pointing down at the ocean
			what goddess clipped you?

			O clipped fingernail
			without your acute reply
			can I scratch mind’s itch?

			Scratch may be:
			the swipe to light the match
			the breech that summons blood
			the spouse of pad
			the early exit before the race
			the gelt to stay and play
			the flaw on...

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So I now come to that same blessed mound, 
witness of much that memory still holds dear. 
Though now these fields grey-sullen clouds make drear, 
they once outspread a carpet royal around 
our feet, when in those branches dank and bare 
birds sang in summer...

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