November Glimpse
Lee Evans
Moon:
caught in the branches of fog;
evening
thick with humidity.
Colorful leaves,
limp,
like clothes hung outside too long;
caught in fences and shoestrings,
shaken off
on the living room floor,
beside today’s newspaper.
Moon:
luminous heart
without despair or ecstasy;
bodiless and mindless;
without pleasure or pain,
pride or humility:
one somber lantern
hanging aloft in a swoon of fog,
dissolving into the evening--
this dream
forgotten.