The "Night"


Part 52 of the 66-part series called "moon photos"

The night falls sharply
like cheddar or a knife with
no handle, keys or lid, switch
blading, daring to be caught;
boils like pasta water over
flowing the pot, overboiling like
Charybdis or the other
one, whatever it’s called;
sails by slowly, painfully even,
a boat with no wind, rain on
the horizon, the sun beating
heads like a hammer nails;
sings a song (piano, upright
bass, horns accompanying), on stage,
hundreds of people in
attendance, rapt or bored;
acts on a stage off-off-off-
Broadway, cheeses for the camera,
puts on sideshows for spare
change, rolls over, plays dead.