#1020362 added October 29, 2021 at 8:49am Restrictions: None
From Light To Fumes
Life from a limited vantage
is all I see out this window,
from morning until night,
imagining the expanse when
he creeps over my neighbor's house
and vanishes behind my own,
as if I'll follow room to room
and spy from each window
the offerings of light pouring down
that I could inhale, ingest, take
for my own until stubborn clouds
obscure these visions of hope.
when I'm alone in my bed
and black creeps beneath the shades,
lowered during the day
because I could not accept his warmth,
I keep praying someday
go out and let wet leaves stick
to my wandering heels, or
wade in a white drift to
a covered automobile to clear,
sit within and let roar alive and idle,
suck the last gas out of me.
But, it's not possible because
I have no garage to dwell in.
10..29.21
just one of those whatever comes to my head offerings, like so many others.
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