stores close,
and trendy people disappear
into pigeon-hole motels
with rooftop swimming pools
and valet parking
i feel like a local
perched on this park bench,
hemp sandals slipped off
and resting by my feet,
soul sheltered from the darkness
by the florescent glow
of the streetlight,
corner of Gillman
and State
lightning flashes overhead,
illuminating clouds and fading faces,
shattering darkness in a fiery flash
the first raindrop falls,
a sweet sprinkle on my tongue
i tuck thoughts away
like used tissues in my purse,
dangle paired sandals at the side
and float away barefoot...
lips smiling at reality:
one last night
with you
