Friday, June 6, 2025

Five-Thirty

When brakes all light up at red lights, 

most drivers seem to go for their phones                                  

and scroll to touch the outside world,                    

while some just get lost in their palms.  

 

The impulse to scan the devices in hand

just fills the moment with foolishness— 

for where the mind makes its residence,

there the heart will also live.

 

Watch sunset sky spread dusk above us

in fire-winged shadows of dying day.

See the tidal blues wash up the horizon

as night is reflected in oceans of space.  

 

Here under the city’s blessing of stars,

I’m headed to get my son from practice.

I cap my pen when the light turns green—

excited to show him the seed of this poem.  



Live Nude Poems, August 2021

 


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