That night after the commotion
I found my moon imprisoned
behind a chin-link fence
thanks to neighbors
who had money for such things
from my bed confined
That one window my only
the moon my recurring
companion
my visitor in the dark
if clouds showed mercy
so immediate
so full of sensibles
of my youth
Granted the view was
imperfect already
through salted pane
corroded screen
and eyeglass smudges
(when I bothered the fumbling)
but
this shiny new fence
mocked my simple need
adding a new layer between
me and her face
the one I remembered tucked
under a warm coat on a chill evening
in the autumn behind the dorm
back when autumn held
possibilities