in the waning light

in the waning light

The streetlight flickers,  
its circle thinning and swelling  
like a tired breath.  

A man drags a cart of bottles-
they strike and scatter 
against each other,  
a bright clatter 
that almost arranges itself,  

as if you could lean in  
and hear the fragments  
choose their own song.

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Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Great poem. Vivid imagery. The last three lines are truly inspired and inspire me to want to get writing.

[redd Brick Keshner]

That is so good to hear. Sometimes writing can be a tough gig. 🕊️🙏