It was just a poem
Gathered from all of your thoughts
Now it's a story

Funny how you can
Tell the moon
Is full
Even with the
Blinds closed
Radiance of light
Can't help but
Shimmy their way
Through the slits
But you feel it
First
Like someone is
Looking over you
And you look.up
And a beautiful
Snow colored oval
Stares back at you
Perhaps with a
Knowing smile

the clock
is ticking
and i
still wear
this jacket
from school

outerwear
in the season of otherness

the girls have already grown up
behind us traces in the snow
i come out of it all the time