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.