I go outside
Into the night.
To doormouse feed my head
And relieve the black dog
Black black sky peppered
Countless twinkling stars
Look into the darkness
The emptiness, I can not
Even see the mountains.
A car, alone, a single car drives
Down the highway, out of the
Small town, heading inland north.
The trees the sided of the road
The fence posts occult the lights
Of the pitching rising car.
The head lights throw a flickering
Shadow pattern onto the bricks
Of our house.
On the next night
I come home late
The sun has set the darkness
Has settled over the wide slow
Ancient old valley. The whips around
My face is stung the teasing
Mist of rain.
On the autumn rain sidewalk
A single red maple leaf
Introduced.
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