3 A.M

City light maybe moonlight
Reflecting from the clouds and the dark water.
A barge shoving the water aside creating a hole
That mostly fills in around the tug moving and guiding it.
It’s 3 a.m. The pilot eats a meatloaf sandwich and thinks about home.

Moonlight maybe streetlight
Filtering through dark branches and the still clinging dead leaves.
Pale, eyes dark-ringed, mouth slack, chin in hand-
A 3 a.m. face reflecting in a window.
Cars begin moving again and thoughts with no star guiding them.

1 Response to “3 A.M”

  1. March 20, 2009 at 07:48

    I’m sitting on the imaginary balcony I’ve always wanted overlooking the city river as I visualize this poem. Amazing 🙂

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