John Knoepfle's Poetry

on flattop mountain
lines for a miscarried child

before this world
was sent spinning into the stars

before the seas
rose out of their fathoms
and knocked at the land

before the glory of starlight
and the moon that pale light
hanging in a blue sky
even into the noontime of the day

oh small wonder
quick wavering light
there in our northern lights

you were in the divine presence
and now you will be always
fixed in the palm of gods broken hand

goodbye now and goodbye
and welcome and welcome

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