Gone From The Sky

Gone From The Sky
She discovers the moon in a pile of pale gold rubble
in the alley behind her house, cracked like an egg shell,
smashed to smithereens. The sky is murky black;
cold darkness creeps along the windswept pavement
where tendrils of alabaster light curled earlier.
Clouds of stardust and moonshard tangle like serpents.
A breeze prowls through the trees; leaves rustle
like weeping women hidden in the swirling branches.
There is no happy ending.