But What Do You Write?
Susan Green
“But
what do you write about?”
My dog-walking friend asked
“Anything”. I said. “For instance,
Do you see that light in the distance,
That single light in the dark night
Winding it’s way toward us
On the path through the park ,
Curving with the sinuous road
While the trees throw shadows
And the clouds in the dark sky,
So ethereal, so luminescent?
Those pin points of stars in the bluest black
Of the sky between them
Because the moon is full and bright?
It is a bike rider at midnight,
Feeling the greenness of the summer,
The breeze of this cool clear air.“
As I rhapsodized, extolled,
Sang out the lyricism of the night
A jogger appeared on the path, as well.
A voice rang out ”F..k You!”
Oh, on such a beautiful night.
