Lightless

Lightless
Clint 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.

 Lightless – Clint Inman

Clint Inman was born in Walton-on-Thames, England in 1945, grew up in North Carolina, graduated from San Diego State University in 1977, and teaches high school in Tampa Bay.  He lives in Sun City Center, Florida with his wife, Elba.

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