MOUNTAIN

 

Li Po fled to the mountains with

a jug of wine and several copies

of the Moon when he learned

certain people wanted to kill him

 

which none of the Moons ever did,

not even the full ones that rose at dusk

nor the thin, sharp crescents

that came up just before dawn

 

and were shaped like the sickles of

harvesters in the fields.

But the waters in mountain streams

sounded like the murmurs

 

conspirators make when their plots

have all the time in the world to ripen.

 

David Rogers’ poems, stories, and articles have appeared in various print and electronic publications, including The Comstock Review, Atlanta Review, Sky and Telescope, and Astronomy magazine. He is the author of two novels, D.B. Cooper is Dead: A Solomon Starr Adventure and Thor’s Hammer. More of his work can be read at https://davidrogersbooks.wordpress.com/.