Friday, October 18, 2013

Christmas Light Crucifix

Certain nights
when I am still working
until after the sun has set
I exit

& am lit by the street lights
that are scattered round the parking lot
as I liberate my bicycle

The air seems to cool
as I hurtle down the streets
pedaling possibly toward

a warm dinner
prepared by able hands

tired, weary eyes
in all of the rooms

my loved one waiting
in our bed sheets
up the stairs

the moon sometimes
sets her eyes upon me
in the gaps between the buildings
that rise from the earth

the traffic lights don't mean much
when I am the only one
with my tires on the pavement
red means go
as does yellow

Only one thing is ever certain
The incandescent illumination
that reminds me
I am almost home.

The Christmas Light Crucifix
at the end of my street
reminds me that most of
what is on my mind
is meaningless.


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