LIGHTLESS

By Clinton Van Inman


Each year the light is less.

We can barely see it now,

the faint necklace of

the Milky Way.

 

The old ones were wrong,

you know with their waxed fingers

pointing up like abandoned adobe.

Yet you know better in your cubical gardens

and half moth-eaten moons,

you have arrived in

handcuffs

 

 

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I am a high school teacher in Hillsborough County, Florida.  I am 65 and a graduate of San Diego State University. I was born in England.  I have had many publications throughout the years.  Recent publications are Blackcatpoem.com, Tower Journal,  The Hudson View, Winter 2011,  Inquisition Poetry, and Munyari.com to name a few.  These poems are included in future book called, “One Last Beat,” as I believe we Beatniks are a dying breed.  I am married and live in Sun City Center, Florida.

 


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