The three-quarter moon is a piercing lamp

The three-quarter moon is a piercing lamp
Its auburn-edged halo cutting the cloud-mottled night sky
Islands of night space open the cloud seas
A fine silver mist turns the air into a dream
As a cat brushes my leg with a gleam.

In the evening, the fires begin
A searing blue flame bursts from the flue of the forearms
Pupils dilate, brain shuts down,
Thoughts cease, heart drums,
To appease the god of the drumming.

There is a lonely road with treed silhouettes
There is a busy road where cars pirouette
There is a narrow road, where sweat and cries
Bring sustenance to the careful soul.