lone wolf
       

Goodnight, moon. Or rather, goodbye.
I'm tired of the tricks you've played on me.
I'd rather go through night after night
unilluminated and just a bit forlorn,

a lone motorcyclist heading for home,
than wander among your sharp shadows,
sit on your white boulders, look down
into the silver river, any longer.

Copyright © 2009 Aaron Belz All rights reserved
from Lovely, Raspberry
Persea Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission