72.

We must consider these shades
with some interest, not as the sort
of lemon we once knew but redone,
freshened, making us even more conscious.
This would reconcile our presence
among such radiant moons—if we’re lucky.
Certainly we could see mere yellow,
but how would we explain this
to those who will be sailing down
in search of another way out?
Still, things
have been going well,
so there is little need for concern.
We will simply close our eyes
and allow memory its head.




About the Author:
Thomas Cochran was raised in Haynesville, Louisiana. His work includes the novels Roughnecks (Harcourt) and Running the Dogs (Farrar, Straus & Giroux). Non-fiction and poetry have appeared under his name in Oxford American, Rattle, Farming Magazine, and other publications. A schoolteacher by trade, he currently lives with his wife on a mountain in rural northwest Arkansas.