Autumn Sky BY CHARLES SIMIC

In my great grandmother’s time,
All one needed was a broom
To get to see places
And give the geese a chase in the sky.
               •
The stars know everything,
So we try to read their minds.
As distant as they are,
We choose to whisper in their presence.
               •
Oh Cynthia,
Take a clock that has lost its hands
For a ride.
Get me a room at Hotel Eternity
Where Time likes to stop now and then.
               •
Come, lovers of dark corners,
The sky says,
And sit in one of my dark corners.
There are tasty little zeroes
In the peanut dish tonight.

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