Sleepy head (edited 11/7)

Still toasty from the blanket of the horizon
that orange moon hangs low
in the frame of my window
Resting between the bedraggled dish rag
and the tchotchke circus of Red Rose seals and rhinos.
That rust colored rabbit, sideways on the sill,
rises with the steam from soapy dishes
past the parade of window dwellers.
Scrubbed clean till its silver
and buoyant among the stars.
On a lazy path back to the horizon,
that only a sleepy head would follow.