tonywalt
03-31-2018, 07:41 PM
Driving past the edges
of the town of Ozark, Missouri
at 2:30 in the morning
I listen to the hum of tires
and stare meditatively through
headlights ahead of me
I pass a large house
seemingly from
another century
and notice one small light
on the 3rd floor
Someone up there must be
frettting
or reading
perhaps unwell
thinking a bit too much
reflecting on things
gone past
This poem is for you,
with the light on.
of the town of Ozark, Missouri
at 2:30 in the morning
I listen to the hum of tires
and stare meditatively through
headlights ahead of me
I pass a large house
seemingly from
another century
and notice one small light
on the 3rd floor
Someone up there must be
frettting
or reading
perhaps unwell
thinking a bit too much
reflecting on things
gone past
This poem is for you,
with the light on.