Poem by Jim Culleny

Until the Night Drops

.. ,,,,,,,—written as a song (link below)

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Fog lifting off of the river
Frogs in a chorus of croaks
Moon lit up —just a sliver
A fire that the unknown has stoked
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Chuck Berry singing Johnny be Good
his guitar lighting fires in our heads
greenhorns working out would-could-should
fresh ones a sunbeam had fed
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Look at how she climbs
Look at how she shines
Look at how when she shows up
She makes the dark stop
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Look at how she blooms
Look at her at noon
She makes the heart pump
She makes the buds pop
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Men standing under a lamppost
waiting there for Godot
—someone who may just be a ghost
for all a mere mortal may know
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—but lying here in the morning
light seeping over the hill
Sun-god riding her big bright horse
early when the chatter is nil
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Look at how she rides
Look at how she glides
Look at how she rises
over the treetops
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Look at how she burns
Look at how she turns
overhead all day
until the night drops
—until the night drops
‘
by Jim Culleny
March 1, 2011

Song Link here: CLICK

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