Images of a streetlight

Brian Dang
A long gray pole beams out a yellow light.
A pole beams out a light.
It beams out a light.
A light exists.
A light.

It blinks in the dark once.
It blinks in the dark.
It’s bright against the dark.
It’s in the dark.

A yellow halo encapsulated the darkened pavement.
A halo is disturbed on the sidewalk as bodies weave through it.
It emanates warmth as the moon leaves.
It buzzes slightly.

(my mother
sends me pictures
of her sky
and I send her back
these images of a streetlight
and she tells me that it feels
as if I had never gone)

In the blend of the nighttime cloak, wrapping itself
with hidden presiding over the
moon
a stalwart pillar of
beaming,
glittering,
shining, persists over the
cracked ea r th, illuminating
tiny
rocks that sit snug sunken into the
ground.