Tonight

Most of the universe is invisible
And sufficiently implausible.

Which makes it all the more real.

A handprint in a cave,
A neutron star,
A scar from a fistfight
When you were a kid.

Even now, in November,
Half of the leaves are gone
And it is raining.

15 thoughts on “Tonight

  1. I’m reminded while reading the first two lines of this poem of that story of some imaginary being sleeping and dreaming up our world and when the being wakes up, our world disappears. And as always, the way your writing leaps, evil knievel leaps, daring and unpredictable and wonderful to us readers.

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