I lay here making guesses
about this poem until
I fall asleep. Yellow crabs
sideways to the waters edge
murmur into the night air.

Night Blooming

On the side of the road
flowers continue to bloom
at night.
Sharp headlights cruise past
without eyes.

We bought our first car
during the opening salvos of the
gulf war.
TVs flashing through
closed windows.

The car is unchanged.
The road still takes us where it took us before.
Past the same windows flashing
images of the same war.

While on the side of the road
flowers continue to bloom
at night.