Red Moon

The moon
is everything tonight.
Red and swollen
it crawls up
the east
looms over houses
and the strip mall.
It overwhelms the sky
swallows the stars.
Red as Kali's rubies
it climbs through the trees
gleaming cold fire
in bare branches
and--like the wolf
with blood on its muzzle--
begins to follow me
down the lonely street.

(c)Serena Fusek          2010