sol & luna

met someone tonight –

imagine what that means -

because

nothing happened technically,

and how about she’s pretty

they called her red

so nothing remains

because

when has pretty ever stayed

for more than a few

condensed shimmering moments

in the moistened eye

lit by some bright morning sun in the cool

atmosphere of the left and leaving –

imagine what that means -

a sky full of bright blue

squinting eyes and burrowed brows

without a single cloud around

the sun is called sol

knowing him better

might excuse

a phone call, a telegram, a prayer

to dim for a moment

or switch shifts with his assistant

her name is luna

and never squinted near her,

but would for sure,

for a condensed shimmering moment –

imagine what that means –

because

she could light every step

stumbling down every cracked

sidewalk, the tunnel

of her light

leading somewhere

home