After Tonight

Rating: 3.8

Because there are avenues
Of traffic lights, a phone book
Of brothers and lawyers,
Why should you think your purse
Will not be tugged from your arm
Or the screen door
Will remain latched
Against the man
Who hugs and kisses
His pillow
In the corridor of loneliness?

There is a window of light
A sprinkler turning
As the earth turns,
And you do not think of the hills
And of the splintered wrists it takes
To give you
The heat rising toward the ceiling.

You expect your daughter
To be at the door any moment
And your husband to arrive
With the night
That is suddenly all around.
You expect the stove to burst

A collar of fire
When you want it,
The siamese cats
To move against your legs, purring.

But remember this:
Because blood revolves from one lung to the next,
Why think it will
After tonight?

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
William Stephen Doyle 11 March 2019

Excellent poem. I like its expression suggesting human fragility, and human endeavour, and that the constructs that comfort us maybe just illusions that can be snatched away. Cesar Vallejo and Lorca - images and expression from their poems flicked through my mind as I read.

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Bhagabat Prasad Hotta 29 October 2018

VERY NICE. GOOD POEM. THANK YOU.

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Fer Onti 22 April 2018

Never assume anything. This is a great poem I loved the end.

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