Misty Friday Morning

Alan King

Heading home at 5 a.m.
under a sky as dark as
the stone of a mood ring,

wondering what color
it turns when day slides it
over her finger.
Am I any wiser now

after waking at the hour
God descends upon us
when He angled the moon

through an apartment
window and found a woman
has made herself a ring
around my body?

Last updated September 27, 2022