A Commuter's Life
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Rides the breaking dawn.
Her steps pressing cement racing
blushing skies, stammers in
the cheating wind – a puckish ally
to a plastic bag catching flight
crossing the intersection,
perpendicular to her gaze
morphing currents in the wind,
Until five stories up
she sees an air jellyfish liberated
to take on this day
and abscond into the sunrise
leaving moon buoyed to the sky,
as she makes it to the bus stop
on time – her consolation prize.
by a.r. morgan
I chose to use the prompt and included the first line of Walter de la Mare poem, Silver as the first line of my poem.