Monday, November 9, 2015

Poor Substitute

Sometimes
in the middle of the night,
between fall and winter,
when summer's leaves are grounded,
I see light streaming through
the blinds in the bathroom window,
and think the moon has risen.

Peaking through the blinds
to admire the moonshine
I realize my mistake.
It's only the neighbor's security light
perched upon a pole
pretending.


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