Splash by Daniel Edward Moore

Walking in the shimmering rain

of you, leaving the past

in Doc Marten boots,

blue, as puddles that held the sky

after cumulous fists of light

burned the hair off my body.

I said why do trees

make beautiful candles,

melting the night with open arms?

Because that is what

nocturnal animals need to

growl like a candelabra.

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Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems are forthcoming in Chiron Review, The American Journal of Poetry, The Bitter Oleander, Plainsongs Magazine, Blue Mountain Review, Drunk Monkeys Magazine and Nixes Mate Review. He is the author of 'Boys' (Duck Lake Books) and “Waxing the Dents” (Brick Road Poetry Press)