by Louis Antonelli
Out of the night that covers me
comes a light that flashes bright
and a hope
that I’ll find what I’m looking for
a faint glow,
and sombre hue
of a scene from the Avenue
pale blue faces gazing intently
at the late show
playing nightly in the window
of the ‘You-Name-It-We-Fix-It’ Shop
a passerby cons for a quarter;
a cup of coffee realized, goes well with a doughnut,
but he knows you can’t have everything
he reaches for pages from yesterday’s newspaper
floating by on drifts of cool air and mist;
mist turns to rain,
now a nod of thanks and he goes as he came
the blue dims
and amber lamps hum,
so the faces turn—
and try they will to wonder
if it takes a lot of light to make a city
for tonight they walk away
still to ponder
if all of these lights
are one,
a reflection from the heart of a soul
waiting for the morning
of a new day
Last updated June 25, 2016