The moon was caught again tonight
Trapped in the sky by a faint spiderweb of lightning
Softly struggling on the black cotton clouds
Red
Reminded me of cherries
Or something rich.
I wanted to pluck the moon from the sky
Let silvery-yellow threads of lightning cling and dangle from my fingertips.
I wanted to savor it
Let rich pink moon-juice drop from my chin
Close my eyes to the sweetness
And let the sky overwhelm my sense.
Instead I watched that moon
Through my dirty car window
As it ripened and faded
Back to an ordinary, lifeless dime in the sky.