by Howie Good
The day was long, but the night is already longer.
I seem to have discovered my shadow side–
a wardrobe with mystery contents. Which isn’t
to say I feel sad or lonely. Rather, I’m noticing
different details; for instance, that Cleveland
is purple and blue and full of leprous spots.
There’s even a grudging moon. It shines wetly,
like the eye of the Cyclops, now that spring
and its things are closed until further notice.
Howie Good is the author most recently of "Stick Figure Opera: 99 100-word Prose Poems" from Cajun Mutt Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.
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