License:
Creative Commons - Attribution-Share Alike Author: Miguel de Ozarko
Description:
late August after rain,
burrowing into the dark
along avenues color slick
as streetlamps slowly
come on, as children
sleep and lovers lie
listening to rain begin
again, wind dying,
solitude of driving alone
so complete, so still
as the wipers swish
back and forth.
I would like to translate
this feeling –not an emptiness
so much as a freeze frame:
the intersection between
here and now, waiting as
a Buick low rider glides past,
as a woman struggles
with her umbrella,
as the reddish glow
from a convenience store
beckons in the night,
but I drive on, the radio
suddenly alive, an old
song, a classic – Melancholy
Baby, I think.
--M deO
