Poem: Monday Night and I Missed the Last Bus

 

 

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.

 

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