DOUGLAS AT NIGHT
I walked through Douglas last night,
A darkened stroll in varied light…
Beheld those dam lights*
To guide goose flights,
The swans were beyond my sight.
Walking alone in the dark,
My work bag got heavier as I walked…
Its shoulder strap
On alternating shoulders it parked.
Was grateful for passing cars,
I could see down the road far…
To avoid branches snapped
Or by a vine wrapped,
Waking on cement or tar.
The Mumford gurgled peacefully,
As the lights of town I see…
Over a stone bridge
Paced slackened a smidge,
It was a long walk for me!
The grade up twisting North Street,
Reminded of my old Health Aide beat…
Hayward Landing, I was sure,
Was just as secure:
Living there would have been a treat.
Passed an darkened police cruiser where
I quietly passed who was there…
And went on my way
Enjoying warm night air.
Couldn’t see lights of home through the trees,
‘Til I rounded the corner and eased…
Onto the driveway
Where I started my day,
I hoped my shop’s bill wouldn’t quease!
*See my poem, LANDING LIGHTS????, posted July 2, 2013.