sometimes a moon

sometimes a moon

hovering between blackbirds

on a telephone wire

and a group

of low-hanging clouds,

thin and layered

like craggy cliff stones,

looms so close

that it leaves

the panorama

glimpsed out the back

bedroom window

looking south

onto the alley

with its line of

mechanics’ garages,

the new orchard

planted in the vacant lot

and becomes its own scene

a solo actor

suspended in the celestial