Cycle Song

Apollo’s shadow
eclipses the map;
blankets the moon,
swallows her mouth.

Night’s indigo repair
cannot cease
to trap and freeze
his streaming dying image.

The starry blueprint
disintegrates his fingers,
falls on the sky,
resurfaces the moon.

Contributor’s Notes: Jennifer Burnau’s poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in Voices from the Attic, Vols. XIII and XVIII, and Pittsburgh City Paper.