Nights in Cummings Cove
Those nights illuminated by the moon
whose white dagger severed the wet surface,
highlighted the stalks upon Gypsy Glen
which stretched off the shoal
into the crooked air
and the lake wore a tarnished chink
upon its silver armor.
The white pines, stilled by the sheen,
waited until their presence
faded back to gnarled shapes.
The cold air was always crisp
and smelled of wild roses
that circled the shoreline,
soon exposed as the moon’s silver eye
adjusted its stare toward the brush
and patches of mulch
gingerly caressing the lapping lake.
On nights such as these,
he would gaze at the cottages,
nesting beachside, their lights flickering
in night’s magnificent isolation,
little did he suspect this absence of adoration,
the opportunity to commune,
would become a longing
that would follow him.
- Michael Keshigian 2020
Michael Keshigian’s fourteenth poetry collection, What To Do With Intangibles, was released January, 2020 by Cyberwit.net. He has been widely published in numerous national and international journals, recently including Sierra Nevada Review, Oyez Review, Muddy River Review, Edison Review, Pudding Magazine, and has appeared as feature writer in over twenty publications with 7 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)
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