Ada Limón Poems

Now, we take the moon
into the middle of our brains
so we look like roadside stray cats
...

We'll say unbelievable things
to each other in the early morning—

our blue coming up from our roots,
...

Witness the wet dead snake,
its long hexagonal pattern weaved
around its body like a code for creation,
...

I like the lady horses best,
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
...

All these great barns out here in the outskirts,
black creosote boards knee-deep in the bluegrass.
...

Say tomorrow doesn't come.
Say the moon becomes an icy pit.
Say the sweet-gum tree is petrified.
...

Careful of what I carry
in my head and in my hollow,
I've been a long time worried
...

No shoes and a glossy
red helmet, I rode
on the back of my dad's
...

Sun in the cool expressway underpass air
and Ma calls, says it's nice out today
during her long walk through the vineyard
...

Nights when it's warm
and no one is watching,
I walk to the edge
...