Moonshine
Barbara Elovic
"We are here
and it is now
. . . the rest is moonshine. "
—H. L. Mencken
Tell them I was beautiful
or maybe that's just moonshine.
Think of Icarus' wings
not as melting wax
but bits of broken glass
that in the sun's glare
blazed like gems.
Think of moonshine
not as bad booze
but false light.
And whether on delusion
or imagination
for a time that boy soared.
Barbara Elovic is the author of Time Out, a chapbook. Her work has appeared in Poetry, Pivot, Exquisite Corpse, and other journals.
Copyright ©2002 Barbara Elovic