Orange Crescent
husband was at the wheel that night
driving back home from vacation
I was trying hard to be awake
legs folded on the passenger seat
what was that—
a half broken traffic light?
I rubbed my eyes and blinked ten times
but it wasn't a dream
it sat resting on the overhead wires
an orange crescent hanging low
aligned with the traffic lights
so low, I could reach my hand
out the moon roof and grab it
so orange, it looked like
a piece of a setting sun
so perfect an arc like
a kid had drawn a circle with a geometry compass
and erased the rest
it changed shades orange to red
played peekaboo tirelessly
hiding behind trees and appearing again
could not sleep a wink again
had to be pulled out of the car
when we reached home
sorry to end our game that night
Written ob 08/12/2016
Contest: Wordscapes by John Hamilton
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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