by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
The porch light
with its orange glow,
seemed to note the time
for us to come
and go.
Why was it, then,
that when I journeyed
out alone
and passed the stop sign
at the road with the tee,
I never saw the light
left on for me?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016