September’s
full moon light
makes for pooled shadows
sticky underfoot
their deep ink becoming
my burden to bring home
I forget to leave it
by the door — track it in and now
the murk’s
all over the house
it’s sadder in here
than it has been all summer
best close the windows so more
doesn’t drift in

September 30th, 2012 at 11:22 am
Good poem, I like it.