April
From where I stand
the moon hangs like a sign
on the only store open
a few minutes before dawn,
stars are headlights
in the distant dark;
who knows how long
they have been on the road.
One takes a sharp turn
to the left as though a parking
space appears out of nowhere
and if somebody or something
is out there, I can only hope
your coffee is as good
as the cup I hold in my hand
and regardless
how many daylights
you might go through,
may one have occasion
to introduce a cloud so low
it wants nothing more
than to trace you
in its small rain.
by Charles Carr
from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, April 10, 2017
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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