The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for November 2001
OCTOBER ENDS
the deepening
distant
grey blue
evening sky with
sunset rain clouds of
orange and gold
massing on
top of
us with
almost comic
spectacle over
the Thursday
parking lot
moving as fast
as the commuters
to their rides
the
light was just
right
[slowly
but inexorably
like the
train once moving
departing]
powerful
enough to
capture
every one
who looked up from
their shoes and
car keys
these nights
will soon be stolen
by the time
shift
into winter
this night
held close
a phantom of
the end time
October 25-29, 2001