Past midnight, the roads are a lonely lot
Streetlight sentries patrolling every inch with
Their orange search lights,
While villainous darkness curtains itself.
Like this they lie, side by side
In a game of hide and seek
Frozen on the face of the road
A carpet striped in concrete black and sodium glow.
The rare motorist flies by the façade,
Wind and fear rushing along on the sides
Propelled by a bravado
That is hours away, getting dressed
July 22, 2011
Late at night