Nocturne
bySuniD
Bravery works in
mysterious ways.
Houselights turn
windows into tvs
flashing reds and blues
against a bottle of wine,
sly sparkling anxious eye,
dilated pupil.
Headlights switch
glass into mirrors.
Roads are satin under
a tire vortex,
tree slideshows.
Nobody’s driving right.
Streetlamps illuminate
love and people
crash into thick
foggy emotions
stirring in the gut.
City lights drown stars
and rain is cold
because it needs.
The moon echoes
a giant occupied
sugar cookie milk
white halo frosted
reflection turning
every wild thing out.
