slim day moon

I can still see outside

myself,

much to my surprise.

I can see beyond my

bullets and boots

slung black rifle

and issued gear.

A million tiny souls of

silent grass, alive but

still,

surround the world.

The tall poles yet hold

the lights high against

the blue blue sky,

both,

seeming to spin as when

I was a child,

a slim day moon angled

left and above.

And the East Wind

off the lake

grows bolder at

the setting of the sun.

 

 

APR2003

Selfridge