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First published in our book, Seven Suns / Seven Moons (Seattle, Washington: NeoPoiesis Press, 2016), pages 46–53. Originally written 7 April 2009, at SoulFood Books in Redmond, Washington. See also our two rengay from the book, “High Score” and “Torpedo,” and the book’s afterword.

      by Michael Dylan Welch and Tanya McDonald

 

 

first warm day

seven suns

are not enough Michael


        seven moons

        peer over the eaves Tanya


seven suns

the new immigrant

conjugates a verb Michael


        wrapped in a frayed quilt

        all seven moons Tanya


the fifth

of the seven suns

eclipsed Michael


        seven moons

        short a piece of silver Tanya


the treasure

hidden inside an egg

seven suns Tanya


        playing golf

        on the seventh moon Michael


do you like butter?

she holds seven suns

to his chin Tanya


        seven moons

        he pours her wine Michael


seven suns

the digits

of this phone number Tanya


        once upon a time

        seven moons Michael


lost in the weave

of a plaid slipper

seven suns Tanya


        at the juvie center

        seven moons Michael


the baby shakes

the seven suns

to pieces Tanya


        sevenmoonlight

        on the surgery scar Michael


seven suns

the black hen

eats another blossom Tanya


        my head shrunken

        by the seven moons Michael


seven suns

our tickets booked

to Mazatlán Michael


        the sandcastle holds

        seven honeymoons Tanya


arctic wind

seven suns

for seven brothers Michael


        after the earthquake

        seven silent moons Tanya


the butcher knife

stuck in the cheese rind

seven suns Michael


        seven moons

        what’s in a name? Tanya


a sun is a sun

is a sun is a sun is a sun

is a sun is a sun Michael


        thistle seeds

        scattering the seven moons Tanya


sevensunburned

the stranded pod

of pilot whales Michael


        circulating the petition

        seven moons Tanya


seven suns

the time it takes

to say I’m jobless Michael


        carousel horse nodding

        to the tune of seven moons Tanya


empty stadium

a hummingbird feeds

on seven sunsets Tanya


        seven moons

        since we met Michael


grinding the last

seven suns of coffee

for the unexpected guest Tanya


        added to my star chart

        seven moons Michael


seven suns

strung among the leis

around his neck Tanya


        up up and away

        to the seven moons Michael