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Evan Stephens
Poems
Mar 2019
Night Wedding
Night wedding
on the
mountainside,
flights of tuxedos
in the grass shadow.
I'm watching
from the moss mane
that coils
the monadnock.
Slopes of music
spill against
the tarnishing
puck of moon.
But weddings cease
to move in me,
even now,
seven months
before the divorce.
Gaze out
instead on
the rockfall
where we
backpacked in
cottonmouth July.
Is there an
emptiness
in me?
I sit apart,
dress shoes
shine in
the moon switch,
mountain
a long strum,
the forest
is phthalo.
I melt
down my past
and recast it
into something
better.
Because maybe
the moon
is just
a cinder
crumble.
Maybe the
low-footed mountain
just some angles
in brown.
Maybe all
the deep green
woods are
just trees,
some trees.
Written by
Evan Stephens
44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)
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