the halo'd moon leads me home
the broken clouds fill the sky like a quilt that gramma used to make
the wet pavement is filled with the yellow and brown leaves fallen from the tree
i see a curled up lone worm
my shoes make the thump ~ thump ~ thump noise on the sidewalk
i notice myself humming to the beat
my keys jingle in my rain coat
my thoughts wander back to the evening spent around the table
stories of trust, the love of paper, the heaviness of death, the fact that she buys hard cover poetry books and the wonder of ones policy on internet porn
i look up often to see the bright moon and know it will lead me home safely