Friday, September 14, 2018

parsecs

The column of man;
they let off fireworks from the top.

I sit down and look up at the column.

I was a speck of dirt on the window vane
located in the toilet of the building where
my band rehearsed on Thursdays when
I wasn't busy with school and kids.

I close the door behind it.

Who turned out the light?
I'll sing out in the dark.