Overread at Table 3: The Moon is Red

The Moon is Red


The moon is red
the clouds are ash grey,
smeared against the obsidian sky.
it does not seem as though
you are coming back.

go to sleep
my little ones
pull your blankets up &
tuck under your chins.
the day is done

look out the window, you,
see your own silhouette
reflection against the
blackness of the back yard,
the light from the fitness
center
flickering through the
branches of the trees,

see the colors run
from your face
to the glass in your hand,

you are a melting
candle,

where does
your flame

flicker

now?


MR
2020-0518