Thursday, August 8, 2013

Reservoir Road

I know where the bats live 
on Reservoir Road,
where I used to pedal faster
in the after-work black 
of my adolescence. 

The broken glass at the top 
of the abandoned 
plywood mill allowed 
eerie squeaks to escape 
into the darkest parts 
of my imagination, 

teaching me then 
how good a thing 
a porch light can be.

Decanto Magazine - Summer 2013

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