black night

Black Night
by George Young
Right now
a penguin stands in Antarctica,
its head drooping in the black night,
an egg between its legs—
and a Mayan God, tipped
on its side,
stares with blank eyes
at a pool in the forest covered with leaves—
and you
sit in an airport,
flight delayed, clutching your bag, far, far
from those you love.

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