Unit 4: Poem/Prose

Cars pass every 7 minutes or so.

Wind is constant, but like breathing 

with little coughs of fervent breeze.

Lights reflect upon everything 

like energy gliding upon us all. 

Jumping, flashing, glowing;

out of lamps, stop lights, torches, 

advertisements, candles, tree lights, and store windows. 

Over here, look at me!

Glaring from my lover's eyes. 

his love is humming. 

Like the sound of the lights.

Rain starts to trickle. 

Take cover, closer to consumerism. 

It's all over the place,

so don't look. 

Reflections, reflecting,

both them and me. 

I don't mind being wet

I love what pours down 

A cop flirts with a girl. 

Green light towers over her

but I am not envious. 

My companion is here. 

That street by the pub, I cannot see.

The unknown is itching at me.

I can't see, but the only rowdy people go that way.

Birthday crowds, and pairs of girls giggling.

Stores are now closed, 

though the lights never go out. 

More money out those shiny windows,

just so a woman can look in,

 while her husband patiently waits.

Lights are every where, 

shining upon our lives daily. 

We all know money shines too,

probably more than light. 

I see the lights instead.

The lights that shine closely, 

like the one sitting next to me 

and the one aglow inside me.