The Sun Also Sets

The sun is setting
and I let him go

Freely I released him

No tearful plea to grant
more day     I understand
He must stay on track
for his scheduled
appearance just back
of that mountain yonder
where farmers and
soldiers and
school bus drivers
in far away places
will lift their heads
from their restless beds
at the first glimpse of his
bright shining face and
here

above me
the moon will nudge
the slumbering stars
and proclaim
their time
to shine

Silently She Speaks

As her breeze swivels
the last few leaves
of the sweet gum tree
ticklishly
I’m certain it
means something

Something deep

A secret something
Autumn is keeping from me
for her own good reasons
I imagine
She knows
I am fickle
and may betray
sensitive particulars
while under the influence
of the moon and red wine
Still I pine
to know but
I can only
feel her breath
Her lips
remain closed

Bad Bargains

Share no trust with
wingless Cardinals
too dark to fly
swearing to know
the light in the sky
Nor trust the
lion’s gratitude
from whose foot
you removed a thorn
He will consume you
with that selfsame
gratitude when
hunger looms
and never, ever
trust the moon
on a blue night
fat with stars
Enamored by her light
Captive to her charm
You’ll pledge your heart
to wake alone at dawn

Bob Dylan Moon

I was watching
Scorcese’s
No Direction Home
about Bob Dylan
who I never really
cared for but
what the hell
I thought
Then I saw the
outline of the
palladium window
glowing on the wall
and said out loud
it must be a
full moon
so I went out
on the deck
and there was a
full moon
What this has
to do with
Bob Dylan
I don’t know
maybe

Bob Dylan
is the
full moon
shining through
palladium windows
but I doubt it
He just stepped
on a raw nerve
at the right time
dreaming he was
Woody Guthrie
under a
full moon