In On the Outs

[DanBierce]

Sundown moths,
thick as bees,
pounce, pounce upon
your lilac trees.
I miss

the horse
in your pasture.
Fish
in your pond.
Cow
in your freezer.

I stroll down Main Street.
Scan curb and sidewalk
for lost dime or quarter.
Do the pick-a-penny bend
while

sundown men,
finger-thick,
bang, bang your lilac bush.
Peck cheek. Tickle neck.

[PrinceMyshkin]

What a terrific, dramatic use of line-breaks and images. One really walked along with the persona of the poem.

[DanBierce]

Glad the poem works well for you.