Sunday, September 27, 2015

Ross Vassilev- A Poem


hot summer night
and the gift
of loneliness

the streetlights
are the eyes
of Gods looking down

the Gods always know

I see the headlights
of the truck
before it rushes by
like a whale

the trucker
has a deadline
a place he's gotta be

there's nowhere
I have to be

just wandering
the night
with the sleeping cars
and light from
scattered windows.

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