Homage to a Street Light
The street light lights the dark. Thin stalks of black, the trees thrust up lean verticals beyond this metal moon around whose face cluster October's leaves, their colored celebrations strangely hued. Beneath, a wraith-like road curves in between black trunks with a ghostly spuming. And the night glows -- shining with glossy shine, lapping up lawn and foreground, peering between the arching heads of trees, and standing behind all things -- unseen and visible.