Dark fingers gripping
sunburst-colored coffee cup—
train to work at dawn
A burst of pigeons—
sudden wind in the crosswalk
when the light goes green
Foggy lamp-lit street—
silhouette of a dog leashed
to a man who coughs
*
Cafe at dusk:
Tiny neon script
glows in the shiny dark pond
inside my wineglass
Under a half moon—
I don’t want to fit words to
anything right now
Snake of light at night—
lamp-lit electrical wire
twists in rainy wind
*
Down in Baton Rouge
the wooden telephone poles
are shaped like crosses
Long line of light slides
slowly on the horizon—
huge cruise ship at night
Framed by the window
figures pass on the footpath
in the milky fog
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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