I'm riding the tail of a comet
watching the sparks of something else
glitter into the neither of ether
pondering Venus and a waxing crescent at sundown
there is a mockingbird in the elm
an old cat snapping her tail
crouching behind a misty window
it's cold , november cold
clear , sharp
and I hear another siren wail
I hold my breath
and sink into the night
remembering your kiss
on a night like this ...
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral