Slivers
of
white
thumbnail
moon

slinking through stripped
winter branches

a beautiful lonely stalker
lighting up dark
best it can

an unexplainable cloud
rolling over
in my head

a hooded bearded warrior
shivering in doorway
across the street
wishing somewhere warm.

A hundred people walk by him
without looking once.

He slipped
into
invisible man.

I'm the only who sees him.

The strange cloud
begins to speak.

I wake up in
lonely wet slivers
of shine

disturbed by millions
like him/her/we/me/us.


****.

I love you.