Light seeks its kind but crawls through the dark

to find home

and waves of night swallow waves of white

like a velveteen blanket in an apathetic unrelenting tide.

I walked past shards of broken heart that lay cold but not yet

scattered and I let the street cleaner sweep them up.

At least he would give them an appropriate place to be and

I had to go to work.

Wide eyes close and open from nine to five

and focus on objects in the mirror that are

closer than they appear,

and they do not note beams of light-