Sentinel
A sun reminds them through a dark cloud,
long before we are even asleep, or the moon is awake
and they reply, like guardians of simmering,
blossoming sunbeams, sprouting like wheat from cold concrete floors
A shoreline of long legged stems, tips that look down
Lamp lighted sentinels, that jaundice the ground
For the dark holds chance, and the hollows hold fright
unwinding a trail of stories untold ,
hemming each row, that might lead us to somewhere?
Where helter or skelter we're racing like the sheep
Tall stalks of flaxen, sending up flares, watching us scurry, into night's air
taking for granted, the pace or the glare
An illustrious disco, dances on tires, splashing the street, with stars that ignite
Lamplights will flicker like friendly old ghosts, hosting the present, or memories lost
Making a halo, of gold at our feet
.........then, dying in shadows that shorten the street
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For Nette's Contest: "Street Lights"
By Carrie Richards 10/2/14
TARNDAI
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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