Red Moon

Red moon
staring 

down at me

in the back seat 
of my parents 
new Mercury. 

I feign sleep.

Creeping through

hospital windows.

Old man, evil eyes,

big cigar,

there to play,

or terrorize, 

I don't know.

Big moon,

buttery bright,

withering blind

to apogee.

Horizon's clear 
up through

middle age.

-dp-
  2-9-12