Matthew Freeman

I had an experience.
It could’ve been the falling leaves,
it could’ve been the streetlamp
crowding out the moon, it might’ve been
the young woman noticing me
and crossing to the other side of the street.

Now with my grey coat and my black wool
newsboy cap I look
a little like an old Scandinavian man
just walking along peacefully.
He’s got some ideas in his head
but he doesn’t really know
what any of them mean.