Night Shadows
endless white lines
drawn lightly on asphalt
casting a touch of
moonlight,
dropping designs -
limbs of a tree
as our headlight's
pass
so softly, light
disturbs night -
slices of slate near
ice blue water -
a single orange cone
over a ridge,
a carnival,
a flare of lights -
sirens heard. . .
steep – a mountain –
light will not filter
through a mass of trees,
snuggled on a mountain
top - where
paths are lonely, limbs
destroyed by a mighty
wind - spheres of light
talk on dotted lights
brighter then before -
flashing red - off and on. . .
one side of this mountain
closed - slowly now - I
glance to my right and
stare at slate
ice blue water - run
down its side, a sun
swallowed yesterday.
Nancy Duci Denofio
all rights reserved @2011
MUSIC is POETRY are words we hear day and night, words which flow together and become a part of our day.
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