An Empty Road... Poem by RIC BASTASA

because it rains
the roads are empty
the plaza is empty
and all you hear is
the whisper of the rain
on the leaves of trees
a soft wind passes by
like a dainty white cat
on the gutter.

with your water proof
jacket and a flashlight
you take your walk
so lightly carrying
life's dawning drudgery.

you sigh a bit taking the
slow steps about the sweet
sounds of emptiness.

it is not heavy, it is so light
so hollow and so empty
it is the song of the tunnel
still searching for the spark.