It's in the Air Tonight
Posted: Monday, January 12, 2009
by Jeff Brown
Inner Projection
I walk in the quiet calm of late night.
Commotion has left the streets,
offices, shipyards, warehouses,
questioning its return.
Here and there it dissipates in homes,
playing out in vented word hoards
and occasional hand payment
(said to be in serious arrears). Then,
traces in dreams for tomorrow's plight:
Cry of the vendor, broker, duffer, huckster . . .
Meanwhile, congestion,
balled up in the chest,
fear of never having enough,
gets ready for tomorrow,
strains, twists into a coil--
As I walk, I see the occasional picture of light
hanging on a home, framed by its distant brothers
and sisters who speckle the sky.
Once I swear a girl looked out and stared right at me.
A chill shot through my chest.
I thought she might speak:
"Trash dwells in their coffers of blight,"
but I was mistaken.
What I actually heard was a tear
masquerading as a raindrop,
falling into a desiccated,
long forgotten well.
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