2AM
It's raining
Drops on pavement
the reflection of the street post in the street from the light of the moon and the street lamps- catches my eye
my shade is mostly shut with a few inches opened to the night's life
im looking onto a world i was not invited to see,
telephone wires stretch from one side of Pennington rd to the other
dipping in the middle, like a tightrope
cars parked and silent, sleeping like their drivers
am i alone?