Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
Moon's quarter, and a dark sky -
One red star hung low in the still trees -
A street-lamp, islanded against the black
Sea of night, attracts winged mariners.
Somewhere a piano tinkles,
And footfalls beat at intervals
Across the empty street,
Strange feet, that come from nowhere,
Sound, and fade again into the night.