The Temptation

The Temptation

Moonlit Seascape With Shipwreck, by Ivan Aivazovsky. 1863


The Trick


The payment came too late
To avoid eviction

He gave her the red red rose
Before I could

I chase trains daily
With each slipping out
Of my overstretched hands
Like a moon on temporary
Leave from wave duty

Like a moon traversing
Its promise of rhythm
And light for the clergy

Day after day she cried
And stopped when I walked in

Books strewn on rolled up carpet
As if she were ready to go

Sometimes I think everyone is happy
They’re just
Pretending to have
This massive empty place

They’re just pretending
To need other people
Food and shelter and warmth
In the white nights of December

If they could write a song
Or make a painting
Or build a wall

It would just have to be
Trains they could catch
With ease in a blacklit
Night with Marissa



— by Douglas Pinson


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