Friday, September 21, 2012


Light reflects off the wet street
In almost perfect lines derived
From every lamp atop each
Individual post in each perfectly
Manicured yard darkness can
Not harm us here on this street
We have illumination to protect
Us & train whistles coming at
Irregular times to ward off the
Ghosts & goblins of intrusion
We have dogs that bark to warn
Us of any miscreants foolish
Enough to cross the perimeter
& some even have alarms &
Yet none of us truly feel safe
Sometimes lights seem to go
Out of their own accord &
Sometimes fog rolls down the
Street to swallow us & render
Us powerless & sometimes
We fall asleep & dream a
Dream that never ends


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