Wednesday, February 16, 2011

flashing blue


another day bled,
another night,
you slept soundly,
in blankets tight,
muttering quietly,
as your dreams took flight,
I watched shadows dance,
in nocturnal delight,
to the rhythm,
of the salt truck's,
flashing blue light.








3 comments:

Old Ollie said...

Fine Canadiana - remember that the blue lights can be cops...especially down in the states. French learned that the hard way; once he thought he was out racing a snow plow.

Fisheye Lens said...

I wish I could mutter quietly when I dream. Usually its a primal scream.

The Square Corner said...

I second Old Ollie. Like accidently getting a grain of salt in a slight cut. It hurts, but you know its doing serious damage to germs and bacteria. Nicely done.