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.

 

Published by

Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.

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