Three Sleeps: A Historomance, by Richard Blevins, 1992

Poem Noir

Low in the seat of my car in your street,
I doze below the snapbrim horizon

the dream of not having to
make love with our shoes on.

The biggest dream,
of having time:

You see the moon once
in a bucket of water,
& think you’ll find it
there when you get back.

—(Excerpted from Three Sleeps: A Historomance, Richard Blevins. Igneus Press (1992))