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Peace and Other Stories

Fragments of a Formerly Active Sex Life

by Sean Garcia  /  poetry  /  24 Jul 2007

I can't pick out the stars the way I used to,

Gleaming bright as pennies in a wishpond

In broad daylight.  Dim ones then were still

There; now they've all dissolved into the cloud

Cover that drifts and dissipates, almost at random.

Left behind are shiny spots blurred beyond

Recognition, like shapes in a dream like

Last night dangling sideways from the sky

I saw a yellow thumbnail.

Could have been the moon.  Approximately.

Might have been last month; I'm not sure.

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