The empty night hung like
velvet on a vast, black ocean.
Houses haunted hills
like swans in the dark;
Tiny window boxes
by the puff of a cigar
or was it the soft televisions
throwing static on the wall?
There was no moon—
so I went to bed
and opened my book.
I wrote down
the vanishing fears that I took
from this day
that dizzy filled my heart
and swept me away;
Disappearing like city lights
down the long highway.

written on 10/16/2010 by: Matt Kane