Art and Craft 2018: 11

Dark & Stormy

Past my city's bedtime.
Alone and awake as the hero
of my sixteen diary. The drunks
and tourists have sifted impossibly
home tonight, like letters
sorted into their postal roosts.
The made things look made,
the angles forced. A business
giantess strides from last bus,
the delta of her shouderpad blouse
slicing spacetime like the prow
of an icebreaker. Much further
behind, the stars happen.

after "Dark and Stormy," Daryl Kelly