Steven Federle

Rookie - 209 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Afternoon Moon - Poem by Steven Federle

On this concrete pad,
worn thin by time and rain,
our two iron chairs
stand empty and lifeless

when two blackbirds descend
onto rusty iron arms, waiting
in uneasy repose,
glancing sharply,

their beaks parted, tasting
the constant wind,
and rise when they decide
the time is perfect,

perfect like this brilliant
California day and
this endless

California sky

all morning-clouds blown
east to Nevada, and all
morning-fog pushed back
to the crawling Pacific,

with nothing between us and
the absolute universe
but the truant moon,
nearly transparent,

faded blue
like my jeans,
and washed out
to perfection.


Comments about Afternoon Moon by Steven Federle

  • Rookie - 299 Points Adeline Foster (6/28/2011 1:07:00 PM)

    -to perfection: What a surprising, lovely punch-line, and I do like punch-lines as you may notice.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 22, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 29, 2011


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