Wonder
In bed I stare at
slatted wood blinds
That let autumn
moonlight in,
Slicing at it, making
shapes like spines.
Hey Psyché, come for
a spin.
I stare and wonder
what went wrong,
I stare and wonder
what went right.
And as upon creeps
dream-song:
Is there a difference
in moonlight?
September 2012
Feo.
