Wednesday, November 14, 2007
DUSK ILLUSION
I saw a moose in your yard:
Fat body, four legs, rack of antlers;
But it was only a double-lid smoker,
Rusty with a smokestack-neck.
Then the moon,
Flying off course
Way up chilly north;
A spotlight-cloud reflection.
Then a prick of sadness in
Your eye;
Or was it that
Troublesome sty?
I’m riding the Randomizer from blog to blog. Today it brought me to you. I like your poems.
This one reads with a slight rapier-twist end to it, and it wasn’t what I was expecting, which is to say very well done..:)