Monday, December 14, 2009

Night Street

Blue lights follow ridges
in aluminum siding,
trace brick, befuddle
lettering, and cast
down on brown air—
yellow reflectors
stand and wait as if
at a reunion, tar patches
lay themselves out
under the headlights
and the tree shadows
hold a seance with the sky,
their webwork of branches
netting ghosts.

6 comments:

Claude Limoges said...

Thanks, Jenny, for turning me on to this site. Great poems here.
http://claudelimogeswhat.blogspot.com/

Jenny said...

You are very welcome, Claude!

Thanks for this lovely atmospheric poem.

PO Johnson said...

Hi Claude,

Welcome. Your poem is amazing.

"trace brick, befuddle
lettering, and cast
down on brown air—
yellow reflectors"

Beautiful and I like your use of "brown air"!

Megan said...

What a beautifully textured poem.

Welcome.

Francis Scudellari said...

I really love the closing image of this... "hold a seance with the sky" is a great line.

Claude Limoges said...

Thanks so much, all, for your very kind responses.