Evening Wear/ Three Masks by Nate Maxson

A dark sky sanctuary/ where they don’t let the light in without a permit
In earlier days the philosophers talked of angels and needles and endangered species
All the self-important people who say they built the world
Now it’s all something about: how many ghosts can fit inside the machine?

The first time we ever touched the moon
A clown car paradox
While we’re still laughing

A still and snow covered field
When the sun’s going down
At night
I never feel the cold

Nate Maxson

Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. He is the author of several collections of poetry including ‘The Whisper Gallery’ and ‘The Torture Report’. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

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