Some moments are fixtures
Like these street lights,
Looking over the cars,
With clueless people
Like me in them.
Blinking dreams
In red and yellow
Appear in the mirror
As I try to hold
This one night
In pics and words
That might not mean
The same ever again.
You really caught the vibe of the picture in this one. And i like the clear declaration that this is about one moment in time – a vignette – a still picture – and this moment might never happen again. Acknowledgement of the very poem and picture themselves. Interestingly self-referential
what can i say ..