13th Goodbye

the place with golden leaves slick w/silvered light
from the full moon; a clearing in a grove of ash trees
grey moss underfoot—a story from out of time

the earth is wet in this night
the angelic figure will not focus
the silken wraith will not be defined
all of it myth baby

it is not a fair world I told my son before he left
my sickness is in imagining that could be wrong

they say writing is a religious act
but I think it is more like screwing, or killing

I wait in the dark
for you