Night Watchman Poem by Phillip Erb

Night Watchman



One by one, two cars take turns on a road
softly aglow in the meek yellow glow of street lamps
that illuminate as much shadow as light between the rows
of houses staring blankly on the scene from dark eyes, fast asleep.

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Phillip Erb

Phillip Erb

Louisville, Ky.
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