Moses' Dream

My dream reveals itself
in the same style
as the bible. The kink
in my mind even gives it
a kind of sheen, like a tableau.

In the deepest days of Autumn
I wander the streets bereft
after my car and all its contents disappear,
after I return
from a long conversation with friends,
too long parked
at a stop sign.

In one version,
according to my dream,
I'm even without a coat.