Poem: Monday Night and I Missed the Last Bus

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street light images

 

Monday Night and I Missed the Last Bus

 

Sure stepping down the long south slope behind the college

pitch black out, the on-coming cars blind me, for a long

second the sidewalk disappears, each car tests me

walking by faith I believe the ground is still there

 

Sideway-rain covers my glasses

At a crossing I’m touched by the beauty of a street lamp

Standing guard, burning amber on everything directly below:

the street, a bush, a hedge, a ornamental cherry tree dropping heavy

I grab my phone to take a photo, as soon as it touches the wet air, it dies.

 

Now I am an island.

walking through the sleeping suburbs

nose pointed home.

 

Published by Shannon Laws

Shannon Laws is an award-winning poet, performer, and advocate for the arts. She has been recognized with two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion. Her work has been featured in numerous journals and anthologies, and she has captivated audiences at esteemed literary events, including the Jack McCarthy Evergreen Invitational Slam, SpeakEasy, Poetry Night, Kitchen Sessions, and the West Coast Tagore Festival. Beyond her writing and performances, Shannon actively fosters literary and artistic communities. Since 2022, she has curated Corridor, a monthly “found-art” zine project that showcases the work of more than 50 contributing poets and artists. She is also the founder and host of Poetry Club, an engaging discussion group established in 2015.

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