The Night of Wind and Stars
A towering cypress touches
the morning star, stands guard
over the sleeping town, its
ancient church and steeple.
Whirling winds tearing across the sky
command dominance over the scene,
push the waning stars aside, threaten
to obscure the brilliant moon.
Thoughts of suicide enter my mind while I
paint the violent scene from my top floor
window in the asylum at Saint Remy.
Should my thoughts persist, I will walk out to the
field on the left, yield up my life to a shotgun blast.
I am a retired academic physician. My poetry education consists of twelve ten-week courses from Stanford Continuing Education, in addition to six poetry retreats in California, Oregon, and New Mexico. I have published eighty poems in thirty-four poetry journals and, in addition, one chapbook, Breaking Eighty, and two poetry books, Extenuating Circumstances and On Razor-Thin Tires.
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