Imagery Poem
Guilden in the Morning
4 am and the streets are almost silent
a lone girl staggers along the cracked pavement
alternating the click of a heel and the slap of a bare foot
curtains across the street are parted slightly
light reflects from puddles in the road
a catcall comes from the opening in the window
she passes from darkness to streetlight
darkness to streetlight, they are lined up perfectly all along
a tabby cat slinks from underneath a car
one ear is half missing
he has part of a sandwich in his mouth
looks like bologna
it drops when the girl stumbles
arms flailing she stays upright
one last streetlight and she enters the darkness for good
everything is still
4 am and the streets are almost silent
a lone girl staggers along the cracked pavement
alternating the click of a heel and the slap of a bare foot
curtains across the street are parted slightly
light reflects from puddles in the road
a catcall comes from the opening in the window
she passes from darkness to streetlight
darkness to streetlight, they are lined up perfectly all along
a tabby cat slinks from underneath a car
one ear is half missing
he has part of a sandwich in his mouth
looks like bologna
it drops when the girl stumbles
arms flailing she stays upright
one last streetlight and she enters the darkness for good
everything is still