by Eugenia Macer-Story
As I sit in the darkness sipping wine
Practicing magic banjo after midnight
Your light among many windows switches "on"
I notice, glance into the empty street, switches "off"
I am switched on: listening in time
To time in syncopated tweeks of the web strings
Wondering "why" your anonymous light's
Switched "on" and then "off" across the dangerous street
So late, or waking early, once again to sleep
Last updated May 01, 2015