Silent night- By the water tower- On the bleachers,
burning clips- Your hand grips, onto the cold, steel
post- The atmosphere, invites your ears- headphones
slip, fall to the floor- Muffled sounds, reverberate,
through little grids, on ribbed, silver boards- you
do not care, to stop the wine- you let it buzz.
The park is empty- you’re by yourself- And the town,
is not so safe, but you don’t care- you hardly mind-
It’s been so long, since you felt this strong and it
is not because you never were and, it has not much to
do with where you are- You used to be this- You just,
have not been, though, in a slow, slow while.
Ashes fall, when your fingers burn- it does not hurt-
You inhale deep, consume a gust, of fresh, brisk air,
and let it steam, out through the nostrils.
The sky is maroon, the clouds are purple- Out, in the
distance, where the Earth curves and you can see it-
a glowing light- just like a nightlight- plugged, into
somewhere, far away, casts a ray, of rose, pink drapes,
set right above, the baseball diamond.
You’re thinking back, on all the things, which used to
haunt you and, you have to gasp- though with a smile-
to react- because- simply that is, all that you can do.
And hey, who could blame you.