June 25th. A Poem
June 25th, 2009
From the overpass I can see the moon.
A concluding metaphor for a day like today.
Its just a thumbnail.
And its red.
Just enough light to see by.
But the color’s all wrong.
And it makes me angry and distrustful.
I round another overpass
Where I’m high enough to catch one last glimpse of the scarlet sliver
Before turning towards home.
But its gone.