Yellow - Grey Escape
/I've been writing a lot of poetry lately, much of it never to be seen my anyone, but this one came out very well in the resulting drafts. It's from an idea that I've been bouncing around in my head for a while, and last night, while half asleep, this came out of the following. Let me know what you think.
I'm driving down
the path of overcast sun
and shadows of
the late day.
It's an ideal light
like I remember
from the movies and
memories
of before
I see looking out
A man on the front steps
of the tired house
sitting in the ideal
yellow grey light of
the late day
staring at the
sky, wondering
where the past has gone.
In the open now,
fields of the midwest
all around
a lone line of
single
telephone poles standing
in the field of
yellow grey grains
And the sun doesn't
set, while I sit alone
on the hood of my car
listening to the song
that brought me here.
I sit in the idealized
light
looking at the empty streets
of the downtown
as a newspaper floats across
caught by the wind.
It's warm, an ideal
temperature for the season
just between warm and cool
Yellow and grey.
And for a minute
I smile.
Content.
