at midnight, I went out into the night
with the click and spin of my bicycle
riding in swerves over yellow lines
looking for something real
but something unsettling remained very still
all the doors were shut, all the windows dark
there was nobody but me
out in the wild, warm night
not even a restless teenager
anywhere in sight
and it struck me as sad that the world was there
offering something simple, but striking and gorgeous
the gulf stream breeze kept mosquitos at bay
pink clouds moved overhead and the tide was
high, or near high, and no scent of mud, but that
of confederate jasmine and gardenia in full bloom
the starstrung beauty of the summer night
the best part, the best part
the tender heart of it
the tender heart
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I saw you riding by but I thought it was just Diogenes again.
ReplyDeleteThis is sad and lovely.
Hello, Poe.
Okay, I just had to look up Diogenes because I had no clue who he was. On that note I would like it to be known that I was NOT naked on that bicycle, NOR was I holding a lantern.
ReplyDeleteWish you hadn't gotten us confused, it would have been nice to have your company!