Jul/Aug 2007 Poetry

Throwing Duality

by Michelle Beth Cronk

Photography by Kawika Chetron

Throwing Duality

I have things to tell you
that will not wait
another moon.

So I gather flecks
of fool's gold in the starless
darkening, keep them
in my pocket
to toss back to the river
at bird song.

Perhaps the gold and not
the black
will shine in first
light; though

either may suffice
to turn your head, catch

your eye.


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