Porch Lights - Poem by Casey Rock
leave at two to hear the treasured sound
of sneakers on asphalt framed in the melody
of your voice, unspoken, flowing, gorgeous
The cold helps remind me that I am still here
and that maybe there is more to life than
As I exist in this parallel universe
I leak with joy at letting all the nonsense
because there is no boredom
because that old frustration is nonexistent and I am free to
think of you!
That smile would make even Neruda speechless, so
-needless to say-
I am choked
at the mere, breathtaking thought of it.
My hands are still warm where you touched them,
which helps tonight because I forgot my gloves.
Maybe join me?
because I need to share this with a friend who enjoys a cold night
without porch lights.
Maybe sit with me?
on this black street, basking in the orange glow as
my heart swells until I move
because I can't see the stars.
Laying in the wet grass of elementary schools
allows no thoughts
except that my hands are warm and Pablo can't write a word.
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