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.
shannon p. laws 