Homes cover darkness, but
Let in the light.
White slivers bounce from moon-
Drifts, slash through closed drapes
And waiting eyes, darker than
Night, capturing hints of yesterdays.
After midnight, cars’ lights blind
The nighthawks, those addicted
To the pain of childhood.
No one seems to notice the bounce
From mirror to mirror, the hope
Even then for closure, a sly
Motion, a hint of memory,
Someone simply coughs and
The mental freeze breaks, songs
From kindergarten remembered
Again, and mother still smoking
Alone on the porch.