It must have been obvious to the early moon
shaded by all these trees —under their bark
the darkness would seep out and in time
turn amber with this beetle locked inside
to record the night it made the Earth its home
̶ what's missing is this moonlight as a trace
where love began its life side by side
not yet extinct, a fossil whose glance
shaped stars then broke them apart to find
where love goes once it's gone —you look up
and from your grave hold fast to each small stone
mourners leave as shadows beginning to open.
shaded by all these trees —under their bark
the darkness would seep out and in time
turn amber with this beetle locked inside
to record the night it made the Earth its home
̶ what's missing is this moonlight as a trace
where love began its life side by side
not yet extinct, a fossil whose glance
shaped stars then broke them apart to find
where love goes once it's gone —you look up
and from your grave hold fast to each small stone
mourners leave as shadows beginning to open.
- Simon Perchik
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Simon Perchik, an attorney, was born 1923 in Paterson, NJ and educated at New York University (BA English, LLB Law). His poems have appeared in various literary journals including Cholla Needles, Partisan Review, Poetry, The Nation, and The New Yorker.
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