False
Tonight the sky is shadows
& even the moon
too ashamed to show its face
& I too ashamed
to stay comfortably at home
but instead be a seed
under the soft
warm
earth
But not a seed so I
walk beneath new leaves
yellow with the street lights
making a day
within a small circle
the branches invisible
black
but the leaves aglow
like small flat suns--
A false day inside the night
like this poem shining
falsely in me. |