I’m tired of making a fool of myself

grasping at childish things

that should have been put away long ago

I’m tired of trying to explain myself

when even I do not know what rose and walked in the night

on that solstice by the sea

I’m tired of the way moonlight falls on dark waters

and is swallowed

and leaves behind such silence

I’m tired of the notion that any of it holds sway

and so I choose nothing

may it find me swiftly upon a throne

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If you want to hear poetry from some Denver poets you can find episodes of my show, The Poets, over at thepoets.co

Cheers!

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