Howling And Staring

November 3, 2014

that moon is a cliche’
for howling wolves.
lunar muse pulls away at;
a tide, & all to write all,
to draw in a cave.

a young man must walk.
Late night. streetlight to streetlight
blurry bleak alleys, not just black, just dark.
It  watches..wit nesses
pushfollows him home.

An old man must watch.
Late night. from his door down his driveway
he’s blurily peeking  all ways
up to his moonscape
god’s cloudblanket backs his bloom
and queen anne’s lace against the face on
his luminous Orchid icon

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