Horses
Lux desideriumuniversitatis:
light is the desire of the universe;
tonight the moon is on its side,
partially lit,
and patiently waiting for
more light,
while Lucinda sings that if wishes were horses
she'd have a ranch;
and in an old storefront on 38th the windows are bright
with the people inside
learning to dance;
the street lamps shine on
November's last stubborn leaves.
The dancers
are moving their mouths,
counting, counting and wishing,
with each breath for I don't know what
horses, maybe,
or more light,
or something
gold that will stay.
