Friday, February 16, 2018

Those Unfrightened of the Dark (Day 394)

Blue buffeting those old wet bricks,
cars rumble over cobblestones 
too slippery for walking 
when the chestnuts shed their leaves. 
Night falls, burdens lighten for some, 
the daytime world is squirreled away, 
protected until sunrise. 
Those unfrightened of the dark may
wander, read, dance, play, fight, drink, 
and hope their eyes adjust, or risk 
the quicksand of nostalgia.
If the song’s not right, the perfume 
floating on a summer breath—jasmine, 
sweat, a baby-soft trainwreck of scent
—might lure the unfortunate into their 
own sweet mysteries, tangled as kudzu 
in the trees that line the roads back home.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Skeeze/Pixabay