Ada Limón Poems

Now, we take the moon
into the middle of our brains
so we look like roadside stray cats
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We'll say unbelievable things
to each other in the early morning—

our blue coming up from our roots,
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Witness the wet dead snake,
its long hexagonal pattern weaved
around its body like a code for creation,
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I like the lady horses best,
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
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Say tomorrow doesn't come.
Say the moon becomes an icy pit.
Say the sweet-gum tree is petrified.
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Careful of what I carry
in my head and in my hollow,
I've been a long time worried
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All these great barns out here in the outskirts,
black creosote boards knee-deep in the bluegrass.
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No shoes and a glossy
red helmet, I rode
on the back of my dad's
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It's a day when all the dogs of all
the borrowed houses are angel footing
down the hard hardwood of middle-America's
newly loaned-up renovated kitchen floors,
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Cower
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