The orthography of noon: the A in apex.
Noon: sin cos sun.
Once each year in the tropics, noon picks you out of a lineup of billions. I’m on the lam, north of Cancer.
Smirk at noon’s slight slant? The sun’ll cure the Tropic of Cancer and smoke you out.
Don’t be cocksure on account of noonshine’s slight slant. Nothing crows at noon’s bright still.
Something you don’t see in a Christmas pageant: the slaughter of the innocents. But there it is, in the middle of Matthew’s account.
Matthew’s baby Jesus is peripatetic, dodging bullets & fulfilling scripture. “Out of Egypt have I called my son.” “He shall be called a Nazarene.”
Luke: baby Jesus with the lambs. Matthew: baby Jesus on the lam.
Across from the school, a cemetery. Twenty-six stockings hang there tonight.