a concern from the buzzed head
cigarette smoke
and spider design
sprayed on the back flank
of the grey green sedan.
So I watched him.
Locked the door when the spider car sat in the lot.
Then I went for a walk
He stood at the bottom of the driveway
Taking a picture of the sky
A striking field of tiny clouds
against the last glow of dusk.
And I see him anew
just looking up
seeking the guidance
trying to navigate this life
just like me.
And I walk.
And I stop
to see the guardian moon watching me
through eyes veiled by a halo
of silvered clouds.
Is she lonely?
or comforted to see the millions of eyes
watching over her?
