a phone is ringing
chirping in the empty rooms
nobody can hear
streetlight slices rust
cutting shadows from the air
picking motes and smoke
until headlights switch
spotlighting the moving shades
and waking the dawn
Writer
a phone is ringing
chirping in the empty rooms
nobody can hear
streetlight slices rust
cutting shadows from the air
picking motes and smoke
until headlights switch
spotlighting the moving shades
and waking the dawn