WORK IS DONE
and a most companionable moon followed me
home from my shift at the human industrial plant
where I repair bad brains and injured lives.
We drove as partners
through the curving streets of the neighborhood,
yellow-flamed windows beckoning
as the dust of the day loosened
landing on the half opened car window
before blowing back into the world.
We passed the last dog walks of the evening.
I raise a hand in greeting to all
knowing how quickly their arcs too could be felled.
The moon, my constant, and I leave with him
the remains of this day