Blues

the last kids went in for the night so

i sat lonely on a wooden bench

the night sky was indigo

the full moon reflected down indifferent hazy light

the streetlights were off in the cul-de-sac

brick apartments dark courtyard quiet

across the street windows flashing blue

squat white houses with black-shingled rooves

someone hung their laundry on the line late 

and the damp white sheets shifted and shone dancing 

in the breeze 

and the moonlight

like a ghost lady’s gowns