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/.