“Dusk,” Gregory Luce

by MP

The scent of rainwater
lingers as clouds slowly
disperse and a huge
three-quarter moon rests
against a deepening
blue sky. A few porch lights
anticipate the night but I still
have time to scoop a jar
of brown water from a puddle
on the sidewalk to take home
and hope to find tadpoles
and wonder again if they
could have fallen with the rain.

Clouds almost gone the sky
stretches out beyond the edges
of town and I’m thankful
the moon is anchored there
holding me in place.