Monday, October 12, 2009

Monday, October 12, 2009: Notcot #25440

Under each streetlight,
a circular pool

of weak illumination
puddles atop concrete

Either a puddle or
a manhole, a trapdoor

Just light on a surface,
unwavering until

morning, fixed on
this spot, here
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  1. AnonymousOctober 13, 2009 at 4:10 PM

    I love this poem. Some poems are elegant snapshots of a single moment, like the photos you're inspired by. This is one such poem.

    I have a poem about a tree that comes to mind, but I suppose I rarely focus on a singular moment, or event, such as this.

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  2. angela simioneOctober 13, 2009 at 9:27 PM

    this one made me sigh.

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