Friday, August 19, 2005

Tonight

The moon is low and bright, huge and gold. It darts between the trees as I follow it across the quad. In front of Epworth it steps out of its nook, the man inside gaping at me as I cut across the porch.

The air is heavy and hot, and I hurry inside.

1 Comments:

Blogger Dante said...

the other night when the moon was full, there was a bank of light clouds moving fast across the sky, that would occasionally obscure the moon in the same way you might see in an old horror or werewolf film.

8/22/2005 2:50 PM  

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