from World Sunlight Map



last night
the equinox leaned
on my shoulder
coming round  
for me to count 58 years
somewhere
there is a muscle that
remembers this weight

we ate outdoors
through the fierce 
drone of mosquitoes 
our ankles 
one more banquet

and as I dug into the pie
too soft to be remarable
the peaches were cut like the moon

there was no sweetness
at the bottom of the pie

what does this teach us
about store bought pie
the meaning of life
the sweet saddness
of one season tilting 
toward another

maybe nothing
and the mystery of a moment
that stupifys
is what is always present

smiling
the peaches 
slid between our teeth

for D