Brad Leithauser

 
[On my first attempt, the clock stopped with a little over nine minutes to go... I'm not sure if the poem was lost.  I'm starting over...]
 
 
                           GONE MISSING
 
It was some time ago now
the sun quit turning
around the earth; we miss it, we miss the sun.
 
...And miss thos clean, aspirational, clear-headed lines
holding the chained firmament so workably in place.
We miss the moon.  We miss the stars.
 
And recently--maybe today--when you and I
strode purposefully, full on toward the sun,
we missed the moon, the stars; and missed the sun.
 
In the harsh light, one of us looked at the other,
the other apprehending the look: we missed 
it all, the whole once before.  And of course the sun.
 

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