Night of the Tortoise

If I laughed when I saw you dance
it wasn’t what you shyly fear,
simply joy in the circumstance
that made the decades disappear.

Now it’s day in the dull flat lands
for those hungover from their dreams.
But I won’t wake, nor let my hands
let go the hours the star redeems.

Life gives more than one existence.
Often they stumble side by side—
the sage and fool, both innocents
together on a twisting ride.





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M. A. Schaffner has work recently published or forthcoming in The Hollins Critic, Magma, Tulane Review, Gargoyle, and The Delinquent. Other writings include the poetry collection The Good Opinion of Squirrels, and the novel War Boys. Schaffner spends most days in Arlington, Virginia or the 19th century.