another daydream

another daydream

Monday, December 3, 2018

Allegory


Shooting for the Moon

They handed me a gun
––dusk, as it happened,
moon misbegotten on
my glass-top table. Sullen,
I aimed––not pointing at anyone,
not blaming the run
of Furies, not looking to shun
repercussions of a percussive gun.
Shards surround, leaves abun-
dant fever the ground. It’s autumn.
I’m mad for a glow minus reflection. 


~ LCMH

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