Sunday, November 2, 2008

November 2, 2008

five p.m. now six
above a pale scoop of moon
in still pale blue

rusty leaves quiver
a distant roar in the quiet
contrail white powder blue sky

i say his name
cat comes to me
his tail wide with pleasure

blue gloves clutch rails
roll down steep ramp
uneven ground
driveway moment

dark comes the same time
the same time is sooner
now is later

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