Still Fresh in the Night
Walking home at 2:55
it's all still fresh in the night.
Walking the streets half lit
still have the shine from the sunlight
lit by numerous, multiple bulbs.
Spotlighting trees
highlighting and contrasting
branch and leaf from the night.
Each sprig like a mint leaf
curling and blooming from bud.
Delicate green
and softened by post lamp orange
everything is chilled in the night.
Preserved and sealed
in damp moonlight.
-Matthew Koutzun
1 comment:
I love these poems where you seem to be taking scenes from my life. Beautiful.
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