A November to Remember
Strings of streetlights glow around the night's neck Crate-myrtles reach their wooden fingers to the sky And I glide along in the dark, a toy car in a plastic play set Pulled back and let go on a grooved track The apartment's dark, and I leave it that way Walking past light-switches with their heads bowed It's amazing how quiet can sound so loud The night, the silence, it all presses down On this makeshift home, in this lego town November stretches it's cold black fingers Digits fanning apart, threatening to reach out To pull me in, and never push me back