Night Visit
He thumbs buttons into holes,
tugs a collar to his lobes, steps into
the sleet which pings off headstones.
A yellow Ford picks up another fare,
follows feline peepers back to town.
The sky lets up, quiets. Bones
creak under the weight of darkness.
A hefty tang of gardenias lodges
in his sinus, stops a sneeze dead.
<Deleted User> (4744)
Thu 19th Jun 2008 15:24
Good imagery in here Dai ... I'm slipping back over a few blogs that I missed while I was away. I'm surprised there was not other comment on this one. I especially like that opening line.