October Poem 19: God Bless the Damned

The quality of the light through the clouds

Blessing the trees softening the shadows

And lightening the green in the outer

Layer of leaves like the holy light of

The virgin mother. You were, vestiges

On the golden age of highway. The life

Of watered ice and liquored drink. Lights on

In the house abutting a busy street

Pocket. Over the bumpy road, threadbare.

Angry Japanese lanterns red in the

Window lit straight to the street beyond the

Road reflecting in pink. Beyond the

Weedy hill of the crack and gravel drive.

Beyond the utility of a knife.


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