
Opening your Palm
Opening your palm I saw midnight
and the sky listless with stars
and an overbearing moon
stared down upon us
like the face of your father
wagging a finger
on invisible arms –
And breaking from woods
a company of wolves ran
homeward
safe that the deed was done –
And one sleepy hunter
stirring among shadows
peered into aimless vacancy
and spat
woe-begone
curses
across the emptiness of night.
Umbrella Head